2004-11-14 - 4:57 p.m.
Dammit all.
Last week I got to see my favorite band (the Gin Blossoms) live and in person, and it was one of those ephiphanical experiences, sort of.
The concert was at the Northern Lights, which is a small theatre at one of the casinos in milwaukee, which is always good. I walked in to the sight of thousands of fat stupid white people losing their rent money back to the indians. That's always good.
We got there pretty early, so there was a lot of sitting around drinking really expensive beer (not that it was high quality, but these people have the nerve to charge $5 for a guiness) and watching the crowd drift in. I noticed that most of the people coming to the concert were older than I was, like, 30s and 40ish. Then the band came out.
And they looked terrible. Their lead singer is balding and looks like he's got some sort of drug or alcohol problem going on. The guitar player looks puffy and his skin has that plasticy texture some people get. They're aging, and not gracefully, either. And that was when it hit me.
My favoirte band is currently playing AT A CASINO, and I'm watching them with a bunch of people who were my age or younger when they were actually popular. And they look old,a nd suddenly I feel old, like "This is what they've been reduced to." Only a couple of their original members are left, as Doug Hopkins killed himself ten years ago, and their drummer declined to join the bands reunion and had to be replaced.
How depressing, which is actaully a perfect way to set the mood for a Gin Blossoms concert, because their music is really...well, depressing.
It wasn't all bad, though, because they were really good, like, they actually learned to play their instruments well during the long time that they were broken up, and the stuff they played from the album they're recording sounded really good.
Still....kind of an eyeopener.
"There's a summer tour in the works," Valenzuela says. "I'm sure we'll be part of some glorious Nineties rock package, but I guess there's safety in numbers."
Gotta keep your sense of humor.
I was gonna talk some more about the election, but I haven't finished puking blood yet. I will say this, though- anyone who thinks that the way I put other people down for being stupid is unjustified need only look at this as an example of why my low opinion of humanity is entirely justified (New Mexico, i'm looking in your direction). I am not too cynical. I am not too bitter. We all do, in fact, deserve to die in the hopes that something better will come along after us (so stop recycling and start spraying freon into the air). And that's all I have to say about that. So shut up.
Ken
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