I went to Mindless Self Indulgence last night. Wow. What a ma' flockin blast from ze past. I was disappointed that they didn't play any of their old shit, save for 4 songs... their last two albums can kind of suck my 'roided asshole... They were never meant to write/record/perform songs longer than 2 minutes for the most part.
And Jimmy Urine seems very tame. Although, I wonder how one can tap into raw energy night after night after night, tour after tour after tour. And the songs really... they don't do any variations in performance because of well.. I assumed it was because of the pre-recorded electronic shit...
So I thought how it was not unlike me reciting "Companion Animal Hospital/Stoneridge Veterinary Hospital/Veterinary Specialists and Animal Emergency/Burnham Park Animal Hospital, this is Beth/Therese, how can I help you today?" It's not unlike someone numbing your lips and parting them with their fingers and prompting sound by rubbing some electronic device on your vocal chords, coercing sound out.
How do you like them apples, mr. goldstone?
I wanted to ask the audience: 1. please stop touching my arm piercings without asking (more a request than an inquiry, but whateves) 2. do you know that the song he is lip syncing to is Ethyl Merman's rendition of "No Business like Show business," from ANNIE GET YOUR GUN? 3. How many hours did you put into Hot Topic this week trying to convince the cashier that you left your ID at home but that the signature you were forging was your signature and the credit card you were holding was yours and not your mothers?
3. was a cheap shot.
Especially because I remember being there. Well. Not there. But grouped in with it. Still am to a degree which... is what it is. I feel like when I am 64, I will still be told, "you'll stop liking (fill in the blank here) when your older." Piercings. Tattoos. Scars. The Doors. Nine Inch Nails.
And there are some things I certainly don't like that I loved when I was 13. 15. 19. 21. 24. And I'm not saying I'll be all granny chic with my piercings. Maybe I'll hate em. But that's my cross to bear. And my bridge to cross. And my troubled waters under aforementioned bridge. So get off my grill and turn the fox news down.
Love, therese.
And Jimmy Urine seems very tame. Although, I wonder how one can tap into raw energy night after night after night, tour after tour after tour. And the songs really... they don't do any variations in performance because of well.. I assumed it was because of the pre-recorded electronic shit...
So I thought how it was not unlike me reciting "Companion Animal Hospital/Stoneridge Veterinary Hospital/Veterinary Specialists and Animal Emergency/Burnham Park Animal Hospital, this is Beth/Therese, how can I help you today?" It's not unlike someone numbing your lips and parting them with their fingers and prompting sound by rubbing some electronic device on your vocal chords, coercing sound out.
How do you like them apples, mr. goldstone?
I wanted to ask the audience: 1. please stop touching my arm piercings without asking (more a request than an inquiry, but whateves) 2. do you know that the song he is lip syncing to is Ethyl Merman's rendition of "No Business like Show business," from ANNIE GET YOUR GUN? 3. How many hours did you put into Hot Topic this week trying to convince the cashier that you left your ID at home but that the signature you were forging was your signature and the credit card you were holding was yours and not your mothers?
3. was a cheap shot.
Especially because I remember being there. Well. Not there. But grouped in with it. Still am to a degree which... is what it is. I feel like when I am 64, I will still be told, "you'll stop liking (fill in the blank here) when your older." Piercings. Tattoos. Scars. The Doors. Nine Inch Nails.
And there are some things I certainly don't like that I loved when I was 13. 15. 19. 21. 24. And I'm not saying I'll be all granny chic with my piercings. Maybe I'll hate em. But that's my cross to bear. And my bridge to cross. And my troubled waters under aforementioned bridge. So get off my grill and turn the fox news down.
Love, therese.
dragonflower:
amen! 