{"id":84582,"date":"2022-04-14T22:30:00","date_gmt":"2022-04-15T06:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/life\/coming-out-swimming-to-hell\/"},"modified":"2022-04-14T22:30:00","modified_gmt":"2022-04-15T06:30:00","slug":"coming-out-swimming-to-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.juneauempire.com\/life\/coming-out-swimming-to-hell\/","title":{"rendered":"Coming Out: Swimming to Hell"},"content":{"rendered":"
By Jane Hale<\/strong><\/ins><\/p>\n “It’s fascinatin’ to observe what the mirror does<\/em><\/p>\n But when I dine it’s for the wall that I set a place.”<\/em><\/p>\n — Richard Hell and the Voidoids, “Blank Generation.” (1976)<\/p>\n I swim at the pool three or four mornings a week, so I bought an underwater MP3 player and earphones. Now, I can swim to music. This morning I’m listening to Richard Hell and the Voidoids. The first song on is their 1976 punk masterpiece, “Blank Generation.”<\/p>\n Boomers, Millennials, Gen X’s, Zoomers, whatever—Richard Hell is having none of that nonsense. “I belong to the blank generation,” he sings. He’s not even going to bother naming it, and sometimes he even leaves the “blank” blank. “I belong to the _____ generation.”<\/p>\n The song rejects the tantalizing but immobilizing self-regard of labels and embraces instead a free impulsiveness. “I can take it or leave it each time.”<\/p>\n I wish you could hear the song right now, as you read this. Put it on if you can. It’s got a wild guitar solo by the late Robert Quine where you can hear the future of Rock & Roll in twelve bars.<\/p>\n