at the show last night i felt like i had walked into a bret easton ellis novel.
all blow and shitty pop make for a complacent, dull and depressed nation where everyone looks alike--adrodgynous even...haven't we been through this before?
i hope i hear the sweet sounds of a musical revolution coming on...hell, i hope i smell the sweet scent of a societal revolution coming on, because let's face it, the music is only a reflection of the times...or is life imitating art? either way, financial depressions = mental depressions where everyone is comfortably numb.
not to say i didn't enjoy the show...a place to bury strangers was exceptionally good...again.
conversational "things my boyfriend says" side note during the big pink:
me: what's with the hands? (referring to a few die hard fans in the crowd doing this hallejulah shaking hand thing)
bob: i just thought it was that dude trying to throw the horns but failing.
me: no, no, look...there are a bunch of people doing it. it must mean something.
bob: i think it's just an epidemic of people who don't know how to rock.
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