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The room goes dark except for the lights over exposing the boys on stage. The guitarist starts and the drummer soon follows with deafening rhythm that makes my heart feel it’s beating off time.
As the singer starts screaming into the microphone I look out over the audience and see the boys pacing around in the center like pent up animals like I remember them doing when I was young. Then I see one start to whip his arm around in a circle and suddenly both arms are spinning just barely holding on to his sockets like a child playing windmill. He goes on thrashing like this for a moment and finishes off with a wild kick into the air. I giggle a little in spite of myself. As a visiter I feel it’s wrong to pass judgment on this over excited young man. But then as he moves out of the middle another boy comes in and does the same thing and soon there are multiple boys whipping their arms around frantically- far enough apart not to punch each other in the face. I laugh out loud as I look out at the windmills and back up to avoid getting punched in my own face.
Not everything new is old I realise, these kids have a dance move that we did not. Seemingly inspired from capoeira or some strange hybrid of skanking they have- The Windmill. And it’s not for the faint of heart, I imagine historians wondering why this generation had such a high rate of dislocated shoulders. But further than that it makes the dance floor far more dangerous than mosh pits of yore. No longer the circle of people pacing around and bumping into each other aggressively; these flailing arms and legs create new dangers of black eyes and broken noses being not an anomaly but almost a certainty if one were to stand too close. I know this is a pit I wouldn’t brave, it’s my first uttering of “Kids these days,” and ushers me that much closer to old age.
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I wish you would all just believe me when I tell you the The Scissor Sisters are the best band ever. I know, you say, they’re very fun and kitchy, but you’re missing some of the best lyrics in the last ten years, and what if their not just being kitchy, what if they’ve truly been inspired by Elton John, and David Bowie, what if those rocking guitar licks are serious, what then huh? HUH? What if the irony is all in your head; some defense mechanism your brain has been forced to employ because you can’t handle how heavy pop music can truly be; what about that? You’re getting scared now, and it’s ok, I went through it too, but when you finally open your groove thing and let them in, you’ll know it was the best decision you ever made. And you’ll never be the same. Ever.
“When you’re runnin’ from a trick
And you trip on a hit of acid
You gotta work for the man
But your biggest moneymakers’ flaccid
You gotta keep your shit together
With your feet on the ground
There ain’t no one gonna listen
If you haven’t made a sound
You’re an acid junkie college flunky dirty puppy daddy bastard”
If that doesn’t settle it, maybe you weren’t born to rock, and that’s ok too, you can always pebble.
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The title speaks for itself, I’m awake at four in the morning. It’s exciting, It’s enjoyable, it reminds me of the old days- partying like a rockstar. You know you are getting older when partying reminds you of the partying you used to do. And here I am, writing to anyone who will listen about this moment, this moment in my life, when I am tired, but refuse to go to bed. I’d rather sit up, reading other’s blogs and listening to friends speak of difficult childhoods, because people who have had difficult childhoods find others who had difficult childhoods, and we compare stories, battlewounds, and my nose is running, and you know what that means. Winter is here, and I should go to bed soon.
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Hello world indeed, fresh from my mother’s womb and into the blogoshpere. I decided it was time to move from a myspace blog to a big kid blog, so here I am.
This will prolly be a pretty standard sorta blog, with poetry, prose, and confessionals, but with serious emphasis on the confessional side of life. Like many people I’m trying to find my honest voice in its most entertaining form. So bear with me, I can be long winded, but I know my way around a sentence. I am truly in Love with words.
