Back before my husband and I became parents almost 16 years ago, we thought we had life figured out. We had our passions, our music, and a general distrust of 'The Man.' When our oldest daughter was born, followed shortly by a little sister, we found our anti-establishment spirits being tested. These days, I am trying to keep my sanity while teaching my teenage rebels to question authority and also to pick up their socks. This week's book is a reread of one I first read when my kids were small, full of humor and heart that every reformed punk parent will appreciate.
Jim Lindberg’s Punk Rock Dad: No Rules, Just Real Life is a hilarious and surprisingly tender peek into the chaotic double life of the Pennywise frontman. It is essentially a memoir that tackles the ultimate punk rock conflict: How do you rage against the machine when you are driving the minivan to soccer practice?
Lindberg, a veteran of the So-Cal punk scene, writes about the bizarre dichotomy of screaming “F**k Authority” on stage one night and then supervising playdates and attending PTA meetings the next. He perfectly captures the struggle to stay true to your rebellious roots while morphing into a responsible dad to three daughters.
The book is filled with funny anecdotes contrasting his life on the road—the sweaty mosh pits, the late-night gigs—with the mundane realities of fatherhood, like packing lunches, dealing with sick kids, and trying to teach good values. He is the dad who insists on The Clash or The Descendents during the school run, reserving the right to believe the PTA head might be part of a vast conspiracy, all while paying his taxes and serving jury duty.
Despite the irony, Lindberg uses the DIY ethic of punk rock to tackle the challenges of parenting. He is trying to raise independent kids in a world that pushes conformity, proving that you can trade the mohawk for a carpool lane without losing your soul. It is an honest, fast-paced read that shows growing up does not mean giving up your passion; it just means your life now involves a lot more dishwashing and less slamming. It is a riot for anyone who has ever felt like a suburban sell-out but still secretly blasts Black Flag in the garage.
I cannot help but wonder what Jim might say all these years later about raising teens and young adults? Maybe a second installment is needed. One thing I know for sure it is that “parents of a certain age" will get a laugh out of this one! Do not forget to pop over to my Instagram @allison.the.reader for more recommendations and book talk.


























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