I have always loved dissonance in art. Especially music, but also other media and experiences.

My love for chaos comes from early punk years and rebelling any chance I had. Anarchy and activism, piercings and hair glue, finding stupid reasons to run from authority in a small college town. I held on to these internal desires to thrash, rebel, destroy, and rebuild.

While I'm often much more reserved, soft, and easy going than that past life, I like to think I find my own ways to rebel.

One thing that many people don't see from the outside about the punk community is kindness. That kindness is something I carry with me more than my desire to destroy. I know friends I haven't spoken to in 20 years that I could call up for a couch to surf tonight - the same guys that I slept 6 to a bedroom with (not because we had to as much as we said we did, but because of the camaraderie.) A few I helped through tough spots, and a few that helped me as well. I think that kindness that I received and still carry is my own kind of rebellion. In an ugly and angry world, kindness is the rebellious act.

I guess I eventually meant to say that kindness is sometimes dissonant, and that's it my favorite kind of dissonant experience.

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@teknonomicon That's a real nice post, thank you! Well done.

It's great to read or listen to people explain their stories, their life experiences, we all walk on different paths but have much in common.

Thanks for sharing such personal insights TN. :thumbsup_hmn_h2:

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