After six years of fun and futility, One Fingered Fist is now riding off into a hazy green sunset. It's been a fun ride full of sloppy punk rock but the ship has sailed. Maybe it's that we're getting older individually and don't have the hair to spike up anymore or the desire to shop exclusively at Hot Topic, but basically, there's a disconnect between us and punk rock today that is irreconcilable. We get it, it's not the same, it's "evolved". It's gone heavy from sound to image. It's gone from the devil may care attitude of bands like Black Flag and The Germs to worrying about if a girl likes you and your studded wristbands and blue-streaked hair. It's gone from legitimate disillusionment with society and the government to suddenly becoming politically aware to keep your career relevant and keep yourself rollin' in the Yankee dollar (fuck you, Green Day). It's gone from being the opposite of fluffy, radio-friendly pop to dating/marrying anorexic socialites with network contracts. So, fuck punk rock. It's a bunch of bullshit and we're done with it. No more One Fingered Fist. We were probably about 10-15 years too late with this shit anyway.
We're not done making music, individually or as a band. We're going to stick together like we would anyway, considering we've been the best of friends for years. It's just gonna be different and we're not going to be making any big moves anytime soon, until we're ready. Until then, Trucker will still be banging skins for the Me-Thinks, Will is doing the Vorvon thing and Josh is doing the Bartman (dated reference ftw).
We would like to say thanks to everyone who supported us in any way over the last six. All our local brethren: The Me-Thinks, Stoogeaphilia, Darth Vato, The Boozers and Bjorn Kirby. The Yuppie Pricks down Austin way. All our friends up north in Oklahoma: Drunk on Sunday, Maximum Homeless Guy. Thanks for making this fun while it lasted!
