He was there when the Sex Pistols swore on television, when the Clash turned politics into three-chord fury, when punk meant not giving a damn about anything. For two decades, he lived the archetype: smashed guitars, smashed relationships, substance-fueled chaos, and the stubborn belief that dying young was preferable to selling out.This is the unflinching memoir of a British punk musician who survived the scene that consumed so many, only to face an enemy no amp could drown out: middle age. The hairline receded. The leather jacket no longer fit. The songs about anarchy rang hollow when he couldn't pay rent. Then fatherhood arrived-unplanned, terrifying, and the ultimate betrayal of everything he'd stood for. Or so he thought.Through raw anecdotes from squats and stadiums, recording studios and rehab clinics, the narrator traces punk's evolution from authentic rebellion to commercial nostalgia. He confronts the hypocrisy of his own mythology: the "anti-establishment" pose that masked profound immaturity, the "live fast die young" ethos that left survivors drowning in regret, the performative nihilism that couldn't survive the responsibility of a child looking up at him.Yet this memoir refuses simple redemption narrative. It's about learning that punk's core values-questioning authority, community solidarity, DIY resilience-aren't contradicted by fatherhood but deepened by it. He discovers that changing diapers requires more anarchy than smashing windows: true rebellion means showing up, being reliable, loving when it's inconvenient. For aging punks wondering if they sold out, parents who never imagined they'd raise kids, music fans seeking authentic voices from punk's golden age, and anyone questioning whether rebellion has an expiration date-this memoir offers both cautionary tale and unexpected hope.
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