Just got home from a Failures (ex- Cut the Shit, Charles Bronson members etc.) show. Although they were good, I have to stay home from going to shows all the time. It’s a lot of fn money. Sometimes you just can’t help yourself in this city. It’s so random and good in a music sense. Otherwise you have to do what I did today and get the fuck out of this town. (Sleepy Hollow). Radiating, heat, iron will that would love to kill us all. Ride your bike and get over it. My muscles are weak.
Can’t stop listening to Eggplant. Thanks to Adam(Icoulddietomorrow) for supplying it to my ears. Witches. Crimpshrine, P.S. Eliot, Sourpatch, Weed Hounds, Shannon and the Clams, Black Tambourine, Whorl, Ramones -The Chinese Wall, (one of the best recordings I’ve heard), Transmitters, Hans-A-Plast, everything on this old tape I have (finding out it belongs to an old friend in Texas, I was shocked!), Crazy Spirit, Death First!(who I always miss), Easter Vomit, Nude Beach, Nuclear Family… I’ll think of more. Just stuff I’m stuck on. If you ever want a playlist done for you that’s, I think, almost 2 hours…Go to Record Hospital. Put it on in the mornin. Makes me wake up right. Show is deceased though, but they had a good run. Life would be easier if I preferred one genre over another. Then I could be a pompous asshole about it. But I fear there are waaayyy to many of those folks.
Everyone these days is losing it. Is it just me? In one way or another half of us don’t know what to do. We’re lost in this terrible, confusing purgatory before we figure out our fate. The other half is cool and comfortable in their stability. Which is nice. I wish I expressed that same feeling. It seems as if some of us make decisions to actually do something and the others follow. We’re just waiting for the final verdict. I don’t wanna follow this time. I’m gonna be a leader haha… to a lone state? Where’s that?
Friends, man… I’m gonna miss them so much.
