No Scene To Call a Community (Subculture Chameleon)

Loud guitars and screaming vocals surprisingly caught my ears during my teenage years

I learned how to mosh at the summer festivals because it would be a bummer if I didn’t know what to do in the pit

Later in high school, I wanted the indie spirit as I immersed myself in bands that weren’t swimming in the mainstream

I chilled out a bit and got more in tune with dynamics

Next came the monochrome clothes and delay pedals

I found the beauty in instrumentals and musical complexity in the post-rock landscape

Somewhere down the line, I embraced fast acoustic music played with dyed hair and mohawks

I found out you can still be punk even when unplugged

While I enjoyed those genres at one point, I realized I never belonged

There were some associates, but I realized in hindsight how insecure people were and how insecure I was

Despite avoiding the top 40, I was still trying to fit in for the wrong reasons

If only I could make a scene where I can belong

Only an osprey made me realize to be myself more often no matter how avant-garde I got