You know, I’m a dreamer

but my heart’s of gold…

I had to run away high…

so I wouldn’t come home low…

What do you think when someone asks you, “who do you think you are?” Because that’s the little ditty that always pops into my head. I just love this question. Who am I? Musically, speaking, I mean. Because that question in any other context is just a big old damn can of worms, it is.

Hi everyone; my name is Mari and I’m a Music Mama. And who I think know I am is a punk rock girl.

It’s because punk don’t care.

It doesn’t care if I’m old or young, fat or thin. Punk isn’t about trying to be different or weird or edgy; punk is about being who you are. Unapologetically so. Punk is about a place where everyone can belong. Which is why all those people who seem naturally different or weird or edgy kind of fall into it. As with many feelings, it can be summed up in a Rancid song (specifically, “You Want it, You Got it”):

This is a place where everyone can belong

You want it, we got it

Kickin’ up a riot, won’t you all sing along

I love nothing better than a simple setup–guitar, base, drum kit. Awesome beat. Possibly socially conscious lyrics. I wrote on my own blog about what it is that I love about the music, in the context of the Ramones, who seem to be the most anti-establishment band ever … but Johnny Ramone was a staunch, baseball-loving, drug-free republican. Who could also throw down some wicked licks. He got it.

I’m pretty equal-opportunity when it comes to music, and I’ve had my phases. As a kid, I listened to my parents’ old country and my brothers rock music. In those years that they now call “tween” but once upon a time were the years that kids would go searching for dead bodies near train tracks or talk about the baseball games played on sandy lots (seriously: why were none of these movies focused on girls??), I took my turn with the popular tunes of the day, and lucky for me? It was the early 80s. So along with my Rick Springfield and Olivia Newton John, I also had some of the most amazing one-hit wonders of all time, and the beginnings of hip hop (with songs like “White Lines”) and alternative and metal and … yeah. Hair bands.


But in my defense, I liked the hair bands? More for the actual hair. Not so much the music. I’m talking to you, Europe and White Lion and all those other late 80s acts.

But I digress (that’s kind of what I do).

My point is, the music kept calling me until I found it. And happily, I did. And Imma stay here for a while.

7 Responses to You know, I’m a dreamer
  1. cc
    July 31, 2013 | 9:48 pm

    Blister in the Sun…..good fucking call! I love singing that one at the top of my lungs, totally off key but damn, it’s a moving performance I tell ya ;)
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    • mari
      July 31, 2013 | 9:53 pm

      S’okay … with the Femmes, off key is kind of the point, yeah?

      • cc
        July 31, 2013 | 10:01 pm

        Mhmmm and I give an epic off key encore too.

        Also…who doesn’t want to be sedated, Ramones?
        cc´s last [type] ..Get the fuck over yourself

  2. Ri
    August 1, 2013 | 5:00 pm

    You know I love The Ramones, Femmes and Social Distortion. But, throwing in the Kaiser Chiefs? Grandmaster Flash??? FLOVE. <3
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  3. Kim
    August 4, 2013 | 11:19 pm

    Such a great post and re-intro, Mari! I feel much the same way; music has always called me, and I have always “found” it…different types and sounds for different moods and emotions.

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