Punk Is Dead?

Many of The Diner's consistent readers will remember my two or three entries regarding my trip to go see Social Distortion, a punk band from my youth, on their recent tour through Dallas. The content of those entries involved the band and their fans pushing 40 and the various realities of that.

At any rate, they're wrapping up their tour and have a few nights in San Francisco. My higher-order life-liver sister Jilly lives in the Bay Area and sent me this quote from her local paper. It was in a blurb that runs every day entitled, "Public Eavesdropping" where someone who works at the paper submits something they overheard while they were just living life (and don't think for a second I haven't considered doing that here).

Anyway, here's the "public eavesdropping" from two days ago...mildly polished for the Diner readers:

"If you didn't think punk was dead before, you do now. Who the (hell) orders a margarita at a punk show?"--Fan to fan at the Social Distortion show at the Fillmore, overheard by Ryan Magat.

Apparently, Social D's crowds are consistent from city to city.