Benomena!

Do you know any Indian legends?

Can I start things off by saying right off the bat that my jab at Stephanie in the last post was unwarranted? Good, because that was out of line, and I'm really sorry, and I was ignorant of the reality of her character because of the lies that Heather told me, so forget all of that. Stephanie's cool, no hard feelings; my goodness, I hope I still can get that job...

Anyway, Sigur Ros is next week and according to many reports, it will rank among the best shows that I will ever see. Also, their new album is out today, so I've gotta head out and pick that up. And also, I'll maybe see if there's any word on the street as regards my employment...

How about how Jon and Zach convinced Ally and Tim and I on Saturday night that a gang of hoodlums wanted their blood and were besieging Jon's apartment and I was getting geared up to cut swathes through their ranks and leave only bloody scraps of clothes and bone as I decimated my way to my brohans? How about how it was all a ruse, so my blood pressure went through the roof for nothing and it took me forever to get out of my berserker fury and calm back down to gentle giant mode? Oh well, it's funny to think about how I took that one hook, line and sinker. Kind of like how Zach convinced me that he pierced his nose back in June.

How about how I'm realizing that for the most part, hardcore dancing is lame? Seriously, a crew of kids dancing anymore at a show just makes me think of a bunch of Oscar Wildes pretending they know what aggression is all about. It kinda seems like pale attempts to impress the rest of the hardcore world, not actually digging music. How about how most hardcore isn't music, anyway? It's freaking breakdowns with some filler inbetween. Seriously. There's nothing musical about a breakdown. It's just pandering to those kids that wanna throw down with stupid moves and look like gay ninjas and not anything with musical validity.

Have I been thinking about hardcore too much lately? Obviously. And I don't even know why. I'd say it was because I heard that Bradley Hathaway poem for the first time in a long time and it just got the ball rolling in my head. All of these thoughts occurred to me yesterday whilst ripping with the Moms, and I couldn't really toss any of these ideas to her, because (God bless her) she doesn't really know what's up in the hXc world. Not that that's a bad thing. And not that I'm bitter. I'm not actually that riled up, it's just a sudden enlightenment to me as to why hardcore really just sucks. People deserve far better, that's all.

I hear that Ally loves poop.

posted by Ian @ 10:26 AM