Each week, Val Haller, a music-obsessed baby boomer and the founder of the Web site Valslist.com, matches tracks from her generation to those of her 20-something sons’ generation.
My grandfather would say, “I’m feeling a bit punk.”
My father would say, “That kid is a punk.”
My husband would say, “Remember that punk band the Ramones?”
My son would say, “You’ve been punked.”
The Metropolitan Museum of Art exhibition opens to the general public on May 9: “Punk: From Chaos to Couture.”
Punk music is neither my favorite nor my forte. But I would like to chime in on all of the excitement that’s churning around the Met’s long-anticipated punk fashion exhibition that opens this week, and would love your take as well. What is punk? More than a particularly loud and rebellious musical style. A fashion anti-style. A lifestyle. As Nitsuh Abebe wrote recently in New York magazine, "In music, punk remains what the critic Frank Kogan calls a "Superword" — a term whose main purpose is for people to fight over what it should mean," adding, "It's a concept like "freedom" or "the one true Church" or "real Americans": to invoke it is to advance a vision of what it entails, and duke it out with competing visions." My visual is spiked hair, piercings, studs, ripped clothing held together by safety pins, chains, black lipstick, black everything. The soundtrack is scowling, screaming music, raging against the establishment. A counter-culture subculture. Johnny Rotten of the Sex Pistols summed it up: “Don’t accept the old order. Get rid of it.”
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