the meaningfullest
augh. Kristen. i screamed in her face because i was in love with her in that moment. she'll never even know how i felt. none of them will i am sure. maybe ill tell eric some night, drunk. "hey man i really need to tell you..."
but so i went mad with them. stared kristen in that face that captured me a year or so ago, popping in and out of my life at intervals. she dropped down from her pedestal to me. just like it had been before, on the same level. and it was at the end, too, that VERY VERY end. just before death and all hah.
my first weekend in buffalo, ever, i went to see them. "hi we're robot has werewolf hand and we are going to play 16 songs in 14 minutes" GO.
seconds into the chaos it materializes. i see an image in kristens face that breaks me down. and kids are swinging from the rafters!?
after that, i went out to see them anytime i had the chance. in buffalo or around the state. i even entertained the thought of following them on the road hah. there was acceptance. steve's willingness to smoke as much dope as possible at all times. justin's occassional and sparce words of journalistic encouragement. eric's comradeship in a weary but profound period of my life.
seeing them in that custer basement with bad biz. and being there with a certain so-and-so, just before her throat was slit and i went loony from the lonliness. augh but that there's another sorrow i need not digress.
and the time zack took me out to oswego to see robot (and cry at so-and-so's grave) we sat by and analyzed the tensions between rochester, buffalo, and syracuse scenesters. or the holloween show where dave gave me the lasso of his village people cowboy costume (and upsettingly good things resulted once i learned to use it)
i am back at mohawk now. and robot is playing the last song they will ever play. i see kristen
"GODLESS BUT NEVER HOPELESS!!"
she knows what up. the switching moves of fists. the microphone wire binding her to the stage with the MANIACS pumping around her in a frenzy. i saw stobes of blood and the sounds were all a high pitched rhheeer! unable to separate the screams from the feedback.
and shes there. under the red strobes and the entropy of bodies are a tunnel to her. the faces of deceased loved ones once flashed over her face. nothing in the way and its my cue so i DART right at her and hold up my fist as well!
face to face! AND EVERYONE IS SCREAMING
"OHHHH THE HUMANITY!!!!!!!!!"
i almost faint or throw up or actually do a mix of both. but when whats up is up again the show is over and dave or someone is on the mic like "we played all our songs sorry!"
but so thats the news on this end. the cats are always trouble and Easy Rider's always timeless. i love you all.
love
stephen
and oh. The humanity!
but so i went mad with them. stared kristen in that face that captured me a year or so ago, popping in and out of my life at intervals. she dropped down from her pedestal to me. just like it had been before, on the same level. and it was at the end, too, that VERY VERY end. just before death and all hah.
my first weekend in buffalo, ever, i went to see them. "hi we're robot has werewolf hand and we are going to play 16 songs in 14 minutes" GO.
seconds into the chaos it materializes. i see an image in kristens face that breaks me down. and kids are swinging from the rafters!?
after that, i went out to see them anytime i had the chance. in buffalo or around the state. i even entertained the thought of following them on the road hah. there was acceptance. steve's willingness to smoke as much dope as possible at all times. justin's occassional and sparce words of journalistic encouragement. eric's comradeship in a weary but profound period of my life.
seeing them in that custer basement with bad biz. and being there with a certain so-and-so, just before her throat was slit and i went loony from the lonliness. augh but that there's another sorrow i need not digress.
and the time zack took me out to oswego to see robot (and cry at so-and-so's grave) we sat by and analyzed the tensions between rochester, buffalo, and syracuse scenesters. or the holloween show where dave gave me the lasso of his village people cowboy costume (and upsettingly good things resulted once i learned to use it)
i am back at mohawk now. and robot is playing the last song they will ever play. i see kristen
"GODLESS BUT NEVER HOPELESS!!"
she knows what up. the switching moves of fists. the microphone wire binding her to the stage with the MANIACS pumping around her in a frenzy. i saw stobes of blood and the sounds were all a high pitched rhheeer! unable to separate the screams from the feedback.
and shes there. under the red strobes and the entropy of bodies are a tunnel to her. the faces of deceased loved ones once flashed over her face. nothing in the way and its my cue so i DART right at her and hold up my fist as well!
face to face! AND EVERYONE IS SCREAMING
"OHHHH THE HUMANITY!!!!!!!!!"
i almost faint or throw up or actually do a mix of both. but when whats up is up again the show is over and dave or someone is on the mic like "we played all our songs sorry!"
but so thats the news on this end. the cats are always trouble and Easy Rider's always timeless. i love you all.
love
stephen
and oh. The humanity!