I only knew of The Lawrence Arms as a symbol before I knew they were a band.
In high school, a lot of the punks I knew wore Lawrence Arms t-shirts – the iconic, classic “King” design. Yellow on a black shirt. I didn’t know what they were, but I liked that shirt. I wasn’t a punk. I liked punk, but since I’m from a middle-class far northwest suburb of Chicago, I didn’t have much to rebel against. I was comfortable. I spent most of my free time at the local Steak ‘n Shake, in front my computer or not taking my part-time job at a big box retailer seriously.
Read more, Riot Fest, July 2017