That's the mirrored dilemma facing ALL metal, grunge, and other articulations of today's hard rock, as the film A Band Called Death reveals. It began in the early '70s. It was in Detroit. It was Black.
We lived with our parents, so there were no seedy flophouses where we could stay up for days at a time drinking and drugging. We had one groupie, a pretty 10th-grade girl with whom sex was out of the question.
Bullying, in many forms, may always exist. But much of the bullying that takes place today is trickling down from a culture and a media that gives credence to the hateful rhetoric that clogs our streets and airwaves.