This revealing and touching film asks what happens when a generation’s ultimate anti-authoritarians — punk rockers — become society’s ultimate authorities — dads.
As a new dad and as someone whose soundtrack to their adolescence consisted of Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Shower with Goats, etc., this is a documentary — The Other F Word — I’d like to see. Sure, I’m 30-years-old now. I don’t look wild, dress wild, act wild, or bang away on my bass guitar loud in an attempt to master the “Maxwell Murder” bass solo from Rancid’s third album anymore, but I but I am a dad and gosh darn it, I’m still a punk rocker at heart and in head†. Safety pins, I’ve learned, actually serve a purpose now. Continue Reading →