Cat & Meg sit in a garage and talk about working at girls rock camps, growing up in punk world in Tennessee, touring with no money, Iron Maiden in Costa Rica, the seasonal gig of "Cranberries", poison ivy on your junk, and becoming a law wizard when your former boss is trying to fuck you over. 
Intro by Nature Boys
Outro by Liar Mute

Cat & Meg sit in a garage and talk about working at girls rock camps, growing up in punk world in Tennessee, touring with no money, Iron Maiden in Costa Rica, the seasonal gig of "Cranberries", poison ivy on your junk, and becoming a law wizard when your former boss is trying to fuck you over. Intro by Nature Boys Outro by Liar Mute

Cat &amp; Meg sit in a garage and talk about working at girls rock camps, growing up in punk world in Tennessee, touring with no money, Iron Maiden in Costa Rica, the seasonal gig of "Cranberries", poison ivy on your junk, and becoming a law wizard when your former boss is trying to fuck you over.&nbsp;
Intro by Nature Boys
Outro by Liar Mute&nbsp;

Berry Madness with Meg

While ”punk” is a lifestyle stemming from the wild ass music and mohawks from the early 1970s, in the last fifty odd years it has come to mean a lot more than describing a style of dress and music. Punk is an umbrella term for all of the growths sprouting out of ”do it yourself” outsider culture. House shows, stick and poke tattoos, riding freight trains, making zines, building boats to sail down the Mississippi, welding bike frames together, getting scabies from sleeping on a couch on tour. 
Our culture is kept alive by the myriad of hustles we’ve cobbled together to avoid commitment to careers allowing for giant swaths of time to travel, make art, fuck around, find out. Punk jobs exist in the yellowy amber goop Venn diagram of craigslist, word of mouth and sheer luck. Sometimes well paid, sometimes not. Disgusting, terrifying, monotonous, or mind boggling but above all, good for stories. So grab your lighter, re-associate with your cat you haven’t seen in 6 months since working on a weed farm and buckle up. It’s time for your punk chores.

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While ”punk” is a lifestyle stemming from the wild ass music and mohawks from the early 1970s, in the last fifty odd years it has come to mean a lot more than describing a style of dress and music. Punk is an umbrella term for all of the growths sprouting out of ”do it yourself” outsider culture. House shows, stick and poke tattoos, riding freight trains, making zines, building boats to sail down the Mississippi, welding bike frames together, getting scabies from sleeping on a couch on tour. Our culture is kept alive by the myriad of hustles we’ve cobbled together to avoid commitment to careers allowing for giant swaths of time to travel, make art, fuck around, find out. Punk jobs exist in the yellowy amber goop Venn diagram of craigslist, word of mouth and sheer luck. Sometimes well paid, sometimes not. Disgusting, terrifying, monotonous, or mind boggling but above all, good for stories. So grab your lighter, re-associate with your cat you haven’t seen in 6 months since working on a weed farm and buckle up. It’s time for your punk chores.

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