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Introduce yourself! Who are you and what do you do?
Oh, hello, I didn’t see you there. My name is Luke. You can generally find me playing guitar and singing about poor mental health (and John Feldmann) in Call Me Malcolm. I enjoy the snow, have a German Shepard (also enjoys the snow) and wear bobble hats regardless of weather. In my free time I earn money by creating web copy for the guy that teaches Pixar how to write stories.
In the past I coordinated the music and fundraising efforts of 24 Hour Punks, a charity band raising money for AMMF, along with members of Bar Stool Preachers, Millie Manders, Popes of Chillitown and The Long Game (formerly Skaciety).
What was your introduction to punk?
I heard Sex Pistols in my early years and am sorry to say I didn’t like it. Come to think of it, not sure that ever changed. But at some point my friend slipped me a copy of Dookie, the punk gateway drug for our generation. Things spiralled pretty quickly. I got strung out on Smash that summer, and before long I was selling the furniture for the new Bad Religion album.
If you could be in any band in the world (past or present), which band would you choose and why?
The Aquabats circa 1997. I wouldn’t have to decide what to wear on stage, or worry about offending anyone. Plus those boys look like they go to bed at a reasonable hour: the punk rock dream.
You’ve got unlimited funds, a time machine and any venue you fancy, but you can only book three bands. Who do you book for your ultimate gig?
In 2004 I was playing a show at a particularly sticky Wetherspoons somewhere in the deepest, darkest, dankest depths of north Kent. On the same night in London, Goldfinger played with Reel Big Fish, and Zebrahead. If I had a time machine, I would visit the Wetherspoons and punch past me in the kidneys for missing the lineup of my dreams. Then I’d high five myself for capitalising on such a teachable moment.
Assuming the flux capacitor is still good for another trip, I’d hit Brixton Academy, scoop up the lineup, and drop them in present day New Cross Inn.
You’re on an aeroplane that’s about to crash. What do you put on your iPod?
I truly wish I could say Rise Against, or Propaghandi, or Spanish Love Songs, something to go down with a fist pumping in the air and a tear in my eye… but this heavy stakes question is already giving me night terrors. I’d probably spend so long trying to choose the perfect song we’d hit the deck as I’m still scrolling through the menu.
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