My friend (now a renowned tattooist) Gustavo Martinez was supposed to be there, but he didn’t make it. The big hoorah -– the main shoot –- happened over at the Cal Expo centre, but my main memory is of the crew rolling up to my mom’s house at like 7am to shoot me in my room. I didn’t really have access to the internet back then, but she did, so she ended up signing both of us up to be in the video. That’s my friend Megan, who I’ve known since sixth grade and who’s still one of my best friends. “In the video, there’s a female who from laying down in her bedroom to a crowdsurf. How did you end up in the Last Resort video? Monster Squad is actually still together -– although we don’t get to tour so much nowadays as a bunch of us have kids.” I understood why people thought like that, but those guys treated us like family and really took us under their wing when they didn’t need to. In the punk community, it was considered kind of funny that I was featured in the video because we from are such different worlds. We were a proper hardcore punk band: Mohawks, leather jackets, big boots, plaid pants.

June that year, we played our first show -– and it was with Papa Roach. We started in January 1997, when I was 15. “We’re called Monster Squad -– like the '80s movie, but in no way associated with it. They were friends and avid supporters of all things underground music –- including us!” There was our band, the emo band, that one straight-edge hardcore band, and Papa Roach. If you like sports, you’re fine, but if you liked the alternative you’d walk down the street and get called all sorts of inappropriate names. Our town had like 90,000 people, but it was very small-town minded. I was actually more of a hardcore kid, playing in a band with a UK ‘82 vibe, but we managed to become friends with Papa Roach through the local music community. “Was I a bummed-out teenager? Yeah! I 100% was not the typical rap-rock kid portrayed in the video, though. Hey Matthew! So, what were you like as a teen back in the year 2000?

Cut my life into pieces