She’s a Rebel

I wasn’t born a rebel. Punk made me a rebel at the age of 15. Traditionally, rebels have always been men – I’m not talking about religious dissenters or political campaigners here – This is about rebel as cool.

James Dean is the archetype, but as a TV fan in 1977, The Fonz was the nearest I got. Image result for the fonz

The rebel seemed to be an American boy, dropping out of school, travelling around, being an irrepressible chick-magnet who didn’t care what anyone thought.

To interpret all that in an English context seemed impossible – until the Sex Pistols came along. In an instant, it became clear that being a rebel was about wearing shocking clothes, dealing in short bursts of loud rock music and having no respect for any of the British icons and traditions that primary school had brainwashed us with.

But for a girl to be a rebel? That was something different! There were a few people like ‘Naughty Sarah’ at my school who would never sit still and argued back at teachers. She wore the massive knot short tie that says ‘I’m a rebel’. Sarah had always been ‘a problem’ – she couldn’t control her moods or outbursts – and her life alternated between arguments and sitting looking pissed off.

I think that some of the original punkgirls were of this type – girls who really didn’t care; who didn’t fit into the mainstream world, or who had conditions that nowadays would have a label – ADHD, ASD, PTSD and so on…

But what punk harnessed was rebel as creative, which is where bored snoozing teenagers like me woke up and decided to join in. I didn’t need to have a life that consisted of homework, helping with the washing up and watching American TV. I could form a band, I could hang out looking (mildly) threatening, I could wear challenging jumble sale clothes and I could be distainful about anything or anyone.

My parents thought it was a phase; my dad in particular made lame jokes about my clothes and the bands I watched on Top of The Pops. They weren’t keen on me hooking up an old reel to reel tape recorder as a makeshift electric guitar amp or the patchwork of pictures stuck up with selotape and then blu-tac.Image result for cut out lettering punk style

But it wasn’t a phase. I’ve never grown out of it. The mood created by early punk has led me to question, to argue, to be bloody-minded and unconventional for my whole life. Rebels can be girls….. rebels can be women over 50. Eventually there’ll be old people’s care homes where the Thursday entertainment won’t be ‘songs from the war’ but maybe a bit of Siouxsie and the Banshees or The Clash. They’d better do it, or I’ll be kicking up a fuss!

James Dean style girl photo by tienphotographyICT

2 thoughts on “She’s a Rebel

  1. I can relate. I’m still DreadPunx these days which makes me look like an extra from Mad Max!
    My mum always claimed that my personality changed completely after I was exposed to The Sex Pistols in Manchester 1976. Me & my bestie had dreamed of being in a band since the age of 14, even contributing backing vocals to Gerry & The Holograms at age 15.
    Then came The Pistols gig and we were invited onstage by Ari Up who was encouraging girls in the audience to get involved too. I played guitar riffs, improvised rock drums and ended up in front of the microphone in a blazing glory😎.
    And it’s funny how I’ve been erased from that gig by everyone who’s spoken about it having improvised Anarchy, Pretty Vacant and God Save The Queen, the latter because I saw the crowd standing around and it reminded me of standing for the National Anthem.
    While that wasn’t the start of my musical adventures it inspired us to write some stuff and form our own punkgirl duo, The Punkhursts – bc the Pankhursts were rebel Suffragettes from Manchester. And we joined the local music collective to get gigs alongside various Manchester bands, big and small. I didn’t enjoy gigging and the lifestyle of that, travelling in the back of crappie vans, playing crappie venues with shared dank dressing rooms etc. I just felt miserable by then and it was only years later that I realised my true vocation was as a songwriter/ composer/producer – behind the scenes really not upfront and full on!
    *England’s Dreaming * was from me, coined from a Grahame Greene novel and spat out by a fearless teenage me onstage with The Pistols.
    I don’t think me & my friend returned to our normal lives after Punk. It shattered our glass ceiling and brought the dream a bit nearer. We sensed that we were the Future, right now right there. Working a 9-5 routine seemed naff. We wanted more.

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    1. Wow! What a story – Thanks for sharing!

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