Monday, August 21, 2006

Worry? Why would I let myself worry?
Why indeed.
Doesn’t seem like there’s much to worry about. Or look forward to. Or be interested in. The kind of terminal joy that you call boredom I guess.
What have I got to be upset about?
Nothing.
What have I got to worry about?
Nothing.
What have I got to look forward to?
Nothing.
What do I have?
Nothing.
It’s all the Big Nothing. In the name of the Big Nothing. Spit and mug, manipulate maws, test-drive ganglia by the fist. this is dumb. this is lame. this is stupid. this is nothing.
i just feel like complete shit today for no reason that i can think of. like a piece of shit. post hardcore blues? saw Starkweather last night...a show i've been looking forward to for a month...they were excellent, but i'm pissed that i could'nt properly absorb their brilliance because of the CBGBs Matinee Mongloids who mosh to parts that aren't there...not because they love the music, but because they want to "demuhnstrayt muh styl" and suck up all the attention from the crowd, so instead of the crowd coming away saying "wow, when Starkweather went into "Shroud" they totally fucking destroyed" the crowd comes away saying "wow did you see that Bad Brains vs. Predator mother fucker doing karate kicks while three 290 lbs bags of ass threw themselves around like they were cruiserweights, crashing into people who were actually there to see and hear the music?".

Rest in Piece CBGBs...please please PLEASE take NYHC with you.

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