Grunge music has somewhat gotten lost amongst the other genres. We are not blaming alternative rock or pop music for its depletion. We put the fault on those bands who were unable to harness the rugged and soulful sound of Nirvana.
Amongst all the Kurt Cobain posers, we were able to find a young and refreshing artist who could stand pretty close to Cobain’s throne. Taylor Momsen’s band, Pretty Reckless, made their mark on the fleeting grunge scene with their debut, Light Me Up. The fearless band has just unlocked the door to the grunge world, so we have got to say that their album could very well become iconic.
We want your hands all over this legendary album, so we are going to give away a copy of Light Me Up. Oh, and we should probably tell you it is autographed. In honor of the band’s name, we want you to give us a little tale about the most rebellious thing you have done. Let us get to know you Shockya readers a little bit better. Have you gone skydiving or cliff diving or lived in a cave with bears? I am sure you get what we are going for. We do have two rules you must abide by in order to win. Keep the stories at 300 words and get them to us by April 25th!
Post your tale in the comments section of this article and e-mail your submission to shockyapr@gmail.com.
by Lonnie Nemiroff
I went to a catholic all girls’ school when I was 14, which was something I really disliked.
One day, while watching TV, I saw a video of Gwen Stefani with pink hair, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. As soon as I earned some money, I went to a shop and bought a hair dye. Although at first I thought it was crazy to do such thing, few days later I decided to ask my neighbor to dye my hair. After refusing like a thousand times, she agreed on doing it. Of course, I thought the hair looked fantastic and everybody would love it. When I came home, my parents made me change my mind when they saw me and we argued for hours.
Next day at school, everybody was looking at me and whispering, and the truth is that I didn’t care about that until the teacher entered the class. She stared at me like a statue, said ‘stop giving her any attention’, and told me to go to her office after class. I told her I did it because I was tired of the school’s boredom since we all had to wear the same uniform, and I thought it was ‘cool and original’. She ended up calling my parents and telling them that what I did was distracting for others and not allowed in that school. My mother told me that I should dye my hair back to its original color, and, of course, I refused.
If you wonder what happened next… I decided to shave my hair off with my father’s razor. Although I was grounded for more than a month, it was a happy ending because my parents got the message and I started at a new school after that summer.