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I grew up about a mile from Prospect Hall (which later became a Nation of Islam Mosque!?!) on Stevenson St. As a 7th grader at Longfellow I began to tune in to Take No Prisoners. It took me a while to get used to the split schedule with Barry Aleck's Alternatives show, but I was soon recording Hamper and MacDonald over copies of my brother's Styx and Asia cassettes. Hearing my first REAL punk rock song, Flipper's "The Light, The Sound" twisted me but good.

Anyhow, I heard about a show (Army of God and Political Silence?) on TNP and mentioned it to a few sketchy punk rock types from school. Some of these guys were already quite adept at sneaking out of the house, getting drunk, and spending the entire night at hall shows. I, being an extremely nervous lad, could only muster enough courage to ride my bike around the small parking lot. There I saw a really scary pack of malcontents dressed in denim and leather(including Wiz, R.I.P.)hanging out, obviously up to no good. I was fucking intrigued. While it would be over a year later before I actually attended my first hall show, that scene left an impression that is still with me today.

A few bands, dozens of zines, hundreds of radio shows, and thousands of records later I'm still just a midwest HC Punk kid. I guess I owe it all to guys and gals like Doug Earp, Dan Russel, Wiz, Tanya Narhi, Mueller Brothers, Hamper, Phil Hines, Chuck Groulx, Leslie Birmingham, Vamossy Brothers, etc etc ad infinitum who laid the ground work and created something extraordinary for younger scumbags like myself to be a part of.

To this day I never hesitate to break out old fliers, zines, and demo cassettes for pals who are FUCKING blown away by the quality of the underground shit that spewed forth from Flint's seedy underbelly. In this day and age of reissues, reunions, and rehashing the Flint punk archives are a real treasure trove. Having said, er, typed that I think I'll crack open an ice cold can of Altes and blast some Generic Society.

Brent Hairon