The future of Punker Bob

First off, I would like to thank everyone for reading and supporting this book/blog project. I have enjoyed the discipline of making drawings and posting a new story each week during the past six months.

I do have some big news to share. This project will be turned into a physical book and set to be released in the summer of 2015. Punk historian, professor, and author David Ensminger (Left Of The Dial: Conversations With Punk Icons and Visual Vitriol: The Street Art and Subcultures of the Punk and Hardcore Generation) has tentatively agreed to be the editor. Our very own Sonny Kay (Angel Hair/VSS/GSL Records) has agreed to be the aesthetic director and design the layout. I greatly admire both David’s and Sonny’s work and feel honored by their willingness to be part of this project.   

At the moment, I’m not sure if there will be a fundraiser campaign for the project, that is something to be decided by the end of summer. Here is the timeline.

December 2014: Complete art and writing

Spring 2015: Editing and Layout

Summer 2015: Book release in Denver

I will be returning home to Denver this summer to visit family, reconnect with friends, and conduct interviews and research for this project. If you have some old photographs, fliers or have a story to share, I would very much like to speak with you. You can contact me by clicking here.

With that all said, Punk Bob will be taking a break and will return in early August with a batch of fresh writings and artwork.

See you in Denver. 

Work in progress.

Work in progress.  

Figuring out the Denver Punk band family tree.

An Introduction for a book never written.

An Introduction for a book never written.

"There were a lot of us that didn’t make it." Jill started to name people, some I knew about and others I’d forgotten. I could add my list to hers and we’d have quite a long one. It is like a casualty list from a war, a war with our inner demons. “So and so put a bullet in his head, she is a crack whore on Colfax, he drowned his liver, she lives on the streets, his father said I could find him in a soup line at the Jesus Saves Mission on Broadway, he overdosed on heroin, she tweaked out on meth, he's back in prison, she lost her shit and lives in an institution.” Yeah, we're at war, some of the best ones are no longer with us.

Denver isn't my home anymore and hasn’t been since the mid-90's. I look at old photographs and fliers and I start to feel a sense of loss; a loss of my youth, a loss of friendships, it was a time of hope, energy, and rage. None of us knew what we were doing or where we were going. We were fuck-ups, rejects, and outsiders, people who were given a different set of instructions on how to live life. We danced to a different beat, a more primal and ferocious one. We weren't like others, we didn’t relate to their society. They pushed us away into a void until we found each other and created our own space. We established our own rules, our own values, and gave society the middle finger. Our parents, teachers, authority figures couldn’t stop or understand us. They labeled us "Punks" and we embraced it.

I think of my friends from back then, the ones with similar tales and how they escaped their certain fate. Many still live on the fringe and will never be reeled in. And there are a couple of others who are still at war with their demons. I keep them in my thoughts. "Listen, keep up the good fight, you're going to overcome."