I Am Dirt-Bag-Man!
Friends visiting is always good times, but this time was actually pretty great. The first two nights were relatively lame, but last night we heard their was a show, so Gen and I grabbed a few beers and headed out. I warned her before we got there that regardless of how anyone looked at this show that they were definitely hard-core emo kids and were more likely to be there to show off their new hair-cut than they were to see any of the bands. Not that it mattered, as the bands were all terrible anyway. The first band we saw was awful, and nobody in the crowd moved aside from the odd girl who would tap her foot or kind of do that emo leg-pump thing, and maybe an occasional emo-point. It was pretty ridiculous. Most of the other kids in the crowd stood there stone-still with their arms crossed across their chests and an "I hate my mom because she's making me come home before the end of the show" look on their face. Neither Gen or I could handle being inside for more than a few minutes at a time, so eventually we left the show to head down to the bar. We had a couple pitchers and played some pool (I kicked some serious ass) and then headed back to the show with a good glow going.
By the time we got back my friends band was playing. They used to be a great old-school punk rock band called K.I.L.L. until a couple years ago when they decided to go crazy emo and changed their name to Trainwreck Diaries. They lost a lot of fans, but they kept it up, and eventually their guitarist left to get married and rather than find another guitarist they bought a synthesizer and changed their name again to Gloom Room. They moved to Edmonton and mastered some weird combination of emo and techno which is about the worst combination ever fathomed by any human being in the history of music. They were on stage last night pointing up a storm and busting out mad synthesizer licks when I got fed up and just started grabbing random kids and throwing them around. Within seconds Gen, Jay and Clayton were all in the middle of it with me, and even a few randoms jumped in and we had a good little pit going. Everyone in the pit was screaming at the top of their lungs which actually ended up being louder than the shit the band was playing, and we were having a blast. Before the end of the first song since the mosh pit started someone flipped on the lights and that was it. Our mosh pit had ended the show. I couldn't believe it. Punk rock had hit a new low in my mind. Gen and I ditched pretty quick after that and headed back down to the bar, but not before we videotaped a little footage of ourselves gloating about how proud we were to have put an end to such an attrocity.
I can't stand the emo scene anymore. I can't take the shitty trend that's come along and stolen the hardcore name and tried to make it something it never was. True hardcore bands are bands like Black Flag and Poison Idea, not... Well, certainly not any of these "up and coming" screamo bands. I hate that shit. I hate that every kid I see at the show has expensive clothes and nice haircuts and pants that show that their is clearly no penis concealed within. This is not a fashion show, and we don't (nor did we ever) go to shows to be looked down upon. The punk rock scene, to me, is about acceptance, but not acceptance of this conformist trend. That's not to say that it's about mohawks and leather jackets either, as I realize that that is, in itself, somewhat of a punk rock staple, but I'd far prefer dirtbag punk rockers to crying fucking emo kids who don't know good music from shit.
All in all, it was a great night. Lots of beer and jagermeister and vomit and show stopping antics.
Aside from all that, work is going really well, and I'm really enjoying life in general. Despite just saying that I drank beer last night, I've really slowed down a lot as far as my consumption of alcohol goes.
I'm looking forward to getting a new place and really getting my life on track properly. It seems like I've found a happy medium where I can still go and have fun with my friends on the weekend, and work hard enough during the week that I don't feel so bored that I have to fill my nights with alcohol and drugs.
Having said that, next weekend is Claytons birthday, and not only that, it's also the weekend that I get my first big pay cheque from my new job, so beer will certainly flow freely on Saturday night.
By the time we got back my friends band was playing. They used to be a great old-school punk rock band called K.I.L.L. until a couple years ago when they decided to go crazy emo and changed their name to Trainwreck Diaries. They lost a lot of fans, but they kept it up, and eventually their guitarist left to get married and rather than find another guitarist they bought a synthesizer and changed their name again to Gloom Room. They moved to Edmonton and mastered some weird combination of emo and techno which is about the worst combination ever fathomed by any human being in the history of music. They were on stage last night pointing up a storm and busting out mad synthesizer licks when I got fed up and just started grabbing random kids and throwing them around. Within seconds Gen, Jay and Clayton were all in the middle of it with me, and even a few randoms jumped in and we had a good little pit going. Everyone in the pit was screaming at the top of their lungs which actually ended up being louder than the shit the band was playing, and we were having a blast. Before the end of the first song since the mosh pit started someone flipped on the lights and that was it. Our mosh pit had ended the show. I couldn't believe it. Punk rock had hit a new low in my mind. Gen and I ditched pretty quick after that and headed back down to the bar, but not before we videotaped a little footage of ourselves gloating about how proud we were to have put an end to such an attrocity.
I can't stand the emo scene anymore. I can't take the shitty trend that's come along and stolen the hardcore name and tried to make it something it never was. True hardcore bands are bands like Black Flag and Poison Idea, not... Well, certainly not any of these "up and coming" screamo bands. I hate that shit. I hate that every kid I see at the show has expensive clothes and nice haircuts and pants that show that their is clearly no penis concealed within. This is not a fashion show, and we don't (nor did we ever) go to shows to be looked down upon. The punk rock scene, to me, is about acceptance, but not acceptance of this conformist trend. That's not to say that it's about mohawks and leather jackets either, as I realize that that is, in itself, somewhat of a punk rock staple, but I'd far prefer dirtbag punk rockers to crying fucking emo kids who don't know good music from shit.
All in all, it was a great night. Lots of beer and jagermeister and vomit and show stopping antics.
Aside from all that, work is going really well, and I'm really enjoying life in general. Despite just saying that I drank beer last night, I've really slowed down a lot as far as my consumption of alcohol goes.
I'm looking forward to getting a new place and really getting my life on track properly. It seems like I've found a happy medium where I can still go and have fun with my friends on the weekend, and work hard enough during the week that I don't feel so bored that I have to fill my nights with alcohol and drugs.
Having said that, next weekend is Claytons birthday, and not only that, it's also the weekend that I get my first big pay cheque from my new job, so beer will certainly flow freely on Saturday night.