Side A
Artist	Song
Sleater Kinney	Call The Doctor
Q And Not U	End The Washington Monument
Bikini Kill	Tony Randall
The Vss	I Cut My Teeth
Bratmobile	Brat Girl
Great Unravelling	Wellles
Camera Obscura	Theory On Sex As An Art Form
Clikitat Ikatowi	Librarian
The Need	Rim Me Isabella
The Liars	Mr Your On Fire Mr
Yeah Yeah Yeahs	Miles Away
Unwound	Valentine Card
Get Hustle	Russian Wedding
Born Against	Murder The Sons Of Bitches
Kicking Giant	Lucky
Slant 6	Time Expired
Panthers	Sex Ed.
Sick Lipstick	Sermon From Between His Legs
The Lapse	Betrayal
Pussycat Trash	Wish Fulfillment
The Peechees	To Be Counted
The Rapture	Olio
Comet Gain	Language Of The Spy
Skinned Teen	Starch
The Locust	Cattle Mutilation
Side B
Artist	Song	Buy
Team Dresch	Fagetarian & Dyke
Jawbox	Chump II
The Gossip	On The Prowl
Heroin	Second Coming
Computer Cougar	Too Much
Pretty Girls Make Graves	Three Away
The Vogues	Sparkle That Rash
Lake Of Dracula	Plague of Frogs
Erase Errata	Delivery
Chromatics	Beach of Infants
Mukilteo Fairies	Four Letter Love
Bis	School Disco
The Faint	Worked Up So Sexual
Huggy Bear	Her Jazz
Make Up	Born On The Floor
Circus Lupus	Marbles
Red Monkey	The Message Is Not The Medium
Xbxrx	Track Three
Blood Sausage	What Law Am I Breaking Now
Glass Candy & The Shattered Theatre	Metal Gods
Yummy Fur	Mao Tse-Tung
Fugazi	Break
Satisfact	Unswitched
Subtonix	Dropout
Xiu Xiu	Suha

Comment:

I was planning a short essay about the transition of of my association of the word "punk" from an image of ugly, stupid, and often violent teenagers (an idea no doubt abbetted by countless movies with fetishized punk rockers as villains) to an image of myself. I was planning an in-depth analysis of punk in relation to myself as a fat, queer, feminist, lower-class boy living in the South. But I decided such things are better saved for autobiographies, high school journals and poorly typeset perzines. So I'll let the music speak for itself and save the politics for my every day life.

I've been a punk kid for ten years now.

Amazing.

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