when punk goes pop

There seems to be this innate law of nature concerning something great discovered. It has to be shared by all, so the word is spread. And then, somehow, the core of the greatness is tossed and the shell of the greatness discovered is worn. Because it is easier to see the skin and fur than it is to see the heart and soul. Until a pedantic type comes along and gets down to muddied knees to scratch at the dust for lost cores.



When punk goes pop....