Being a member/contributor of the Jackson Hardcore Punk scene has molded my life into a completely different story than I ever thought I would be living. I started going to local shows when I was fifteen, and fell in love immediately. Seeing the different genres fluctuate from metal to pop to indie to hardcore has been interesting to say the least. I'd be lying if I said I didn't roll with it. While I'll basically listen to anything, my heart landed in hardcore. I've been booking shows for the last two years. I've seen all different kinds of genres come through Jackson, and I've even traveled with some of them. The hardcore punk community here is finally starting to gain a little respect in the eyes of surrounding states, and I couldn't be more excited about that. Sometimes, hard work really pays off.
The roller coaster it has taken for us (the punks) to get where we are today has not been an easy one to ride. We've gone through so many different venues and churches, that we've basically run out of options. I've had the opportunity to run a DIY warehouse downtown, and getting to book bands through that and see kids come and go has been a blessing. However, things happen and now we're onto yet another pursuit of a home. Money is low, and we all work blue collar jobs that don't pay us near enough to make our dreams of this come true. I do all right with what I have, but it won't cover the many costs of a new venue. The chase of something larger than myself is what fuels me, and the pain of not being able to grab it whenever I want it helps me sleep a little bit better at night. I love knowing that I'm doing something with my life.
I'm thankful for the position I've been placed in and the things that have been handed to me. Here's a little piece of advice from Raybeez, singer of Warzone: Don't forget the struggle. Don't forget the streets.