Hate Isn’t A Part Of My Punk Rock.

*NOTE: By my definition of Hamilton Punk, I include those that come in from surrounding municipalities, provinces, and even countries who share the idea of an inclusive scene.

I think Hamilton is a really great place and I love it here.

Part of it is the art. Part of it is the feeling. Part of it is the music.

But the biggest part is the people. I grew up here, and I know that most people in Hamilton are nice. But since I’ve started going to Punk shows, I have witnessed the best in people. Truly, 98% of the people in Punk are the best people you could ever meet.

That’s why I am saddened it when people with extreme, hateful views have to stir the pot and attempt to wreck everyone else’s good time at a show. (Like they did at Doors Pub the other night.) Or even in life.

I will not mention these people much, except to say that they have views that no one should hold. And this group has committed violence time and time again.

The people, music, shows, and venues I love makes EVERYONE feel like they are at home. Not just those that look a certain way.

I believe anybody that wants to have fun at a show should be welcomed. (I was at Slamfest a few weeks ago and there were some new faces. I hope they become regulars.)

ANYBODY who spouts hates for a certain colour, race, gender etc should be tossed out. That kind of hate isn’t a part of Punk Rock.

Hell, it isn’t a part of any music.


Why The Name Made Of Steeltown?

I know nobody asked, but I’m dying to tell the story of the name of this blog. And the name under which Thunder is published on paper.

When people are told they are tough, they are often told they are ‘Made of steel.’.

But being from Hamilton, and a person who tries to absorbs alot, I like to think I am ‘Made Of Steeltown.’

Obviously, anybody is half of their biological mother’s DNA, half their biological father’s.

But I think I’m composed of that and more.

I consider so many little parts of Hamilton to be a part of me. St Joseph’s Hospital, because I was born there. Gage Park. Our libraries. Defasco and Stelco. Ottawa Street. Homegrown Hamilton. This Ain’t Hollywood. King Street. The Casbah. Hammer City Records. James Street. Crash Landing. Dr Disc. Books And Beats. Our wonderful music, from every genre.

And the people. I can’t say enough about how great they are.

Everything above has helped me become who I am in one way or another. And I hope to reflect that in both life and writing.