Semidrunk ramblings. (I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind.)
Went to see a local punk band tonight at Knickerbockers--usually, I have no time for this--and left somewhat sad. So many people have so much more energy than me & just choose to dissipate it. The show was fun to watch, I suppose, if you enjoy waste, or absorb energy vicariously. Turning all your energy into white noise indicates to me that you have not found the right channel. Or are basically too lazy to develop the right channel.
One of their songs was "The Idea of a White Jesus." I misheard this as "The IPO of Jesus" which is to me equally funny. Man, if I could have gotten in on the ground floor with that guy...
But no I hate hate hate waste generally & anymore hate seeing cool indie types stand around wasting their vast reservoirs of intellectual potential, or any other kind of potential you care to name. So you despise everything and push up your horn rim glasses with a slow deliberate movement that underscores the fact. I tell you, the whole thing is a goddamn culture of critics intead of artists, even the "artists" themselves are merely the critics of other artists. Stop trying to oppose and instead propose. Stop trying to negate and instead create. What did the happiness go, the dream go? (What happens to a dream deferred?) What fragile eggshell bone broke in your spine, I wonder, deflecting you onto your current course of self-regulated impotence.
Here I am decrying negativity with negativity. Well screw me. (Pushes up glasses in disgust in order to get a better look at self.)
Posted by Alan at July 2, 2004 01:14 AM