Sublime

If punk rock is the aggressive club where people come to express anger among like-minded people, Nirvana’s music is the aural equivalent of a dive bar, a place to wallow in sadness and apathy while drinking the kind of beer that’s admittedly terrible and brings you no pleasure. (But you drink it anyway because sending it back and trying to find som

Dischner is the only Paradise City member who naturally looks like a GNR doppelgänger. He’s also the guy who makes the trains run on time; he handles the money, coordinates the schedules, and generally keeps his bandmates from killing each other. All of these guys are friendly, but Dischner is the most relentlessly nice. He’s also mind-blowingly id

East German punks used to spray-paint the phrase Stirb nicht im Warteraum der Zukunft—Don’t die in the waiting room of the future—on walls in Berlin. It wasn’t about self-preservation. It was an indictment of complacency. It was a battle cry: Create your own world, your own reality. DIY. Revolution.