Back to Where the Hardcore Beat Began

I’m heading to New York City for Thanksgiving this week, and every time I visit, I feel that familiar pull toward the roots of the New York Hardcore (NYHC) scene. Even though I first discovered NYHC while attending college in Pittsburgh, falling head-first into bands like Madball, Agnostic Front, H₂O, Murphy's Law, Skarhead and more, the city itself has always felt like the heartbeat behind the music that shaped so many years of my life. I even shared a college radio show a friend that we named the "Holly and Heather's Hardcore Hour".

I was such a diehard H₂O fan that I planned my college graduation trip around seeing them play in the Milkveg in Amsterdam in January 2000. It didn’t feel wild at the time, it felt natural. That’s what the scene taught me early on: travel was worth it if the experience meant something. Music came first (or was it the the boys), and I built the journey around it.

Along the way, I found connection everywhere. I became friends with members of Skarhead—friendships that have lasted through geography, adulthood, and the eras of our lives changing. After college, when I moved back to Orlando, I followed the bands tied to that NYHC DNA and became friends with Vietnom, who personally introduced me to people I never could have imagined- like the LEGENDERY VINNY STIGMA. Those shows weren’t just concerts. They were reunions, community check-ins, the kind of nights where you made friends for life without even realizing it. I carried those friendships to Denver and now back to Pittsburgh again.

While attending one of the early Superbowl of Hardcore festivals (now the Black & Blue Ball) in '06 or '07, that’s where my best friend met her husband. Proof that the scene didn’t just give us music, it gave us our people. And that shaped how I connect with others even now: with openness, loyalty, and the understanding that shared passion is the fastest way to build a tribe.

Since I’ll be in NYC again this week, I’ve been thinking a lot about where it all started. The legendary A7, just a tiny, sweat-soaked Lower East Side club, became the birthplace of NYHC. Night after night, it packed in early bands and the people who would define the scene’s grit and heart. A7 eventually became Niagara, a bar with the same corner address but a different vibe. Both are gone now, but to anyone who grew up with this music, that corner still feels like holy ground.

And then there’s Tompkins Square Park—woven into the scene’s history, from the 1988 riots to the shows and gatherings that followed. It became one of the rare places where protest, purpose, and music all collided.

Looking back, those early NYHC experiences didn’t just fill my life with music, they helped shape my approach to travelling for music and friendship. They taught me to go where the meaning is, to build itineraries around connection, to follow the energy of a scene, a band, or a moment. And most of all, to stay rooted in community no matter where I go.

Want to learn more about the NYHC scene, check out some of the bands I mentioned or follow the NYHC Chronicles facebook page. The Punk Rock Museum in Las Vegas is a must see next time you are visiting.

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