I have too many talented friends. Seriously. Turns out my friend Milo (record nerd of the highest level, former rock singer, CBGB bouncer and generally misanthropic guy*) is also a sick writer. I read his blog post “Hardcore is not as frightening as it used to be” without knowing who the author was and loved it. He really captures the thoughts I had after my last trip to a hardcore show. The kids were all very calm and well behaved. I was very tempted to start jumping around and yelling in their faces, but I thought it might come off like Wilford Brimley talking about the old days. Back in the day, going to a hardcore show meant you might go home with a black eye! Now a days youâ€™re more likely to get mascara smudged on you. Now Iâ€™m not trying to glorify the neanderthal “Hulk Smash” attitude that sort of pervaded hardcore as jocks and hip hoppers got involved. Trying to be a tough guy while dancing is pretty silly. On the other hand, thereâ€™s something refreshingly cathartic about a group of young people group venting and jumping around while shouting along to a good punk rock tune. Oh well, times change. CBGB â€“> Varvatos.