Whenever I am asked when and why I became a skin, I usually go into how I
just got into the music and everything else came second nature after awhile.
The truth is a little weirder. It starts back in 1985, I had just turned
sixteen and had been listening to punk music for a little over a year. My
parents were none to happy, having gotten ahold of some Dead Kennedys
lyrics. They were certain that I was a satanist and that drugs were behind
all of this new horrible music. I was actually straight edge and really into
Seven Seconds and the whole skeeno posi-core thing. I didn't really know
what skinhead was about and hadn't really encountered any in Ft. Collins,
Co. My best friend used to get his hair cut by this really hot chick and I
used to go with him just to catch a look at her. After a couple of times
watching my buddy get his hair cut, I got the itch to let her cut mine. Now
my mom had cut my hair for basically my whole life and I had no experience
in a barber chair. Being a stammering geek I really couldn't relate what
kind of haircut I wanted. I was into the cropped look anyways, so I asked
her to give me a crewcut. She had never given one before so another girl at
the place was trying to show her how. She was trying her best but apparantly
she was hacking the hell out of my hair. I couldn't have cared less about
how I looked, I was paying more attention to the way her tits occassionally
brushed against the back of my head. It was sheer bliss. After awhile she
realized that my haircut was an obvious failure. She apologized and offered
to shave my head for free as she said she had never just shaved a head
clean. I was happy to go along. After she was done she rubbed my head for
about five minutes. I almost passed out. She thanked me and I floated out of
there a very smitten young guy with a freshly cropped head. Of course the
friends of mine who were a little more educated in the ways of the world
started calling me skinhead. I said, sure whatever. I kept my hair short and
started learning what it was to be a skin. Was I posing? Of, course. I think
all freshies are mostly posing. After a few years, alot of beers, and some
blood on the street. I learned that skinheadism is second nature to my
personality. I found out that all the music I loved as a kid (madness, the
beat, the jam, the specials) were in the skinhead domain. It just fit me.
Skinhead was never about race and nation to me, it's about girls, booze,
laughter, and the occassional bovver. It's about thirteen flights walking
into a keg party and seeing the look of dread on a hippy's face. It's about
standing up to the world and telling it to fuck off. It's laughing at fate
and having a good time no matter what. I just turned thirty and I have no
plans on changing my style. There is a lot of talk in this ng about hanging
the boots up, and skinheadism is a thing best enjoyed by youths. I am going
to be like Jimmy Gestapo and be a kid at thirty. In the words of Seven
Seconds "I'm gonna stay young till I die!" Tell that to your teacher.
the Upsetter
"...and at the bottom it says thank you, and you can tell them to fuck off."
Keith Morris