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Fugazi also finds the most remote spots for their ritual, first the theater and gallery shows which, for them, replaced the typical bar circuit across America, and now their search for similar strains of rock 'n' resistance in locales as unlikely as Chile, Malaysia, Tasmania, and the Arctic Circle. This internationalism has no rival, particularly in the xenophobic and latently conservative worlds of American "punk" and "indie" rock. Fugazi is, of course, mercilessly pillaged as a musical and aesthetic gold mine by the buzzards of
commerce, who pick at the body but avoid the parts they can't digest-the idealism, the realness, etc. These things would, after all, mess with Daddy's cap. They are replaced by the antics we all know and love: heroin addictions, exploding rooms for rent, and so on. But, in the aftermath of these ruined hotel suites, which finds us picking plaster from our bodice and wiping vomit from our chin, we must ask ourselves... who are the real rebels?
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"Live photos in this article taken during 1997 in New Yourk City and Washington D.C.
"Portraits" taken in 1989 and 1994.
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