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Punk and metal
have long been great neighborhoods to hang out in if it’s specialized
nomenclature you want. Not only are there more categories and subcategories
there than you’ll find anywhere outside of an encyclopedia of entymology
-- the punks and the metalheads handily have long sidestepped the geek category
by appearing as chemically battered and mindlessly violent as possible,
cultivating a sort of Avignon-boy-from-the-suburbs image to keep outsiders
at bay. This image dissolves the second the conversation turns to their
area of expertise, though. “Is that the kind of music do you like?”
you can ask the guy in the Marduk T-shirt. “Naw,” he’s as
likely to say as not, “I got this for ordering over a hundred bucks
worth of stuff from a distro in Saarbrucken. I’m into Norweigan black
metal, pretty much only pre-’91 before everybody wanted to get all
famous and shit.”
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