I heard two bands last night. The first was one of these faux metal acts. Maybe it's just that I'm older, but the new goth or angst metal, or whatever all these metallica, limp bizkit, nickelback, staind wannabes are playing is just so mindless and empty to me. They act all tough and angry but its really restlessness, and to me, lacking in passion. It's the new hair metal, complete with prancing cinderellas in their lame tats and goatees. Lemmings of Glory, redolent in their unwashed, OC Chopper garb. And then a three man punk band started up. They rocked the house. I asked if they did a Janie Jones cover, because they were good enough that they could pull it off. The passion and energy, the ennobling spirit. Both myself and a friend who's been a professional musician were impressed. Punk, at its best, is a coalescence of ideas, will and passion that consumes. For a brief period last night, so it was.