Those songs were battle hymns. They were not tours. They were wars that we fought.
When [Chris Moore] first began booking gigs, there weren’t many active DIY venues [in D.C.], and music tastes were different: People were listening to screamo—which, for all of its punk influences, didn’t always adhere to the same value structure as hardcore. The older D.C. punk community had also wound down considerably, and by then “the majority of the older people in the area were [jerks], or I thought they were [jerks],” he says. “They were really alienating to younger kids.”
If that particular crew had been his only exposure to D.C. punk, he might have lost interest and dropped out, Moore says. But around the same time, he met Matt Moffatt and Pat Vogel from Crispus Attucks, a band that anchored the city’s hardcore scene at the time. They welcomed Moore and his teenage friends. Moore says they answered questions, got them gigs, and generally helped out however they could. That stuck with Moore. Ten years later, when kids ask for his advice or guidance, Moore does what he can to help.
As a late ’90s hardcore kid now living in the city that Ian MacKaye built, this is an excellent look at how the youth of D.C. have made hardcore their own. —Lars
GPOY in some distant future — Lars, your Tumblr host
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