It was when I discovered punk rock.
I'm not all to sure what I thought punk was, but as a teenaged metalhead, I was convinced I didn't like it. I read an interview with Kurt Cobain when I was at the height of my Nirvana obsession when he was saying they weren't metal, they were punk rock. I disagreed. I hated punk, but I liked Nirvana, so they had to be metal.
At the age of 16, I was at that age where one decides what music they'll listed to the remainder of their life. I was such a big Metallica fan that I dreamed of drumming for them, should Lars quit or take a break. I new every drum part from every Metallica song. I watched Headbangers Ball every stinking Saturday night, wondering why Rikki Rachman didn't have long hair.
I got into heavier heavier metal, finding Sepultura and Pantera right before It happened. Headbangers Ball played a Rancid video.
The singer had a mohawk, they had to be punk, but I liked it.
I eventually bought Let's Go and listened to it religiously.
I think the dagger to the heart of my heavy metal days was when the long-awaited Metallica record came out. I wanted desperately to like it, but no matter how often I heard it, it just did not grow on me.
Like most punk rock fans, I found new bands through compilations and from word-of-mouth. I soon found myself a fan of Rancid's labelmates, NOFX, Down By Law, Pennywise, Offspring and Bad Religion.
I've strayed a bit from Rancid, as they've strayed a bit in the past 13 years, but I just listened to "Let's Go" on my iPod while cutting the grass today. I have decided to give their recent output a chance.
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