I really like Against Me! They’re a punk band that Cody and Joe turned me on to. They are the kind of punk I tend to like, and they’re pretty solid. Some of their newer stuff is a bit more mainstream and not really quite there, and I have no clue what album the song I’m linking you is from. This song is not only not punk, it’s not possible for me to get it out of my head. I had Joe listen to it and he said “That song is fucking harsh man”

I agree with those sentiments entirely. I’ll link here, but I just ask when you listen, close your eyes and concentrate on the song. It’ll only take 2 and a half minutes, and I think it’ll be worth it.

Searching for a Former Clarity by Against Me!

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Flogging Molly was Awesome.
Punk Rock Karaoke was Awesome.
Bouncing Souls were Awesome.
Dead to Me was Not Awesome.

The most surreal point of the night was the cute short chick who came up to me, started grinding her ass into my crotch dancing, then apologized. I said “Uh… don’t worry about it” and she continued to be all grindy, then went back to her boyfriend who was standing right next to me and the second hugest guy in the place, dance with him for a minute, then spend the rest of the set dancing up in my business. At one point she said “You make a good back rest” which is more or less one of the weirder compliments I’ve gotten. And between songs she was all leaning up on me, and her boyfriend would look over and I could see him glaring at me out of the corner of my eyes so eventually I escaped a chick grinding on my crotch by bailing into a raging mosh pit. Which was sortof effective, if not for the smog machines and people smoking inside so soon my fatass was ready to have an asthma attack, and right as I was trying to decide which was the better choice, getting my ass kicked by some huge guy because his girlfriend though I made a good stripper pole, or dying a slow choking death in the mosh pit, some chick infront of me fell down (who throws toilet paper into a mosh pit) and I fell down ontop of her. My mind said “Help her up” so I went to hook my hands around her arms and pull her up, only my asphixiating brain didn’t realize that in order for me to help her up, I had to be standing. So now instead of rising smoothly and pulling her with me, I was laying ontop of her, gasping, with my arms around her madly jerking her against my body. Luckily I somehow regained my footing before everyone though I was just having my way with the first chick to fall down in the mosh pit.

All in all it was a great show, but Im still trying to clear all the crap out of my lungs. Gofberg knows how to do the bday right.

So now I get to go home, go to bed, wake up, and cram for a final I haven’t really studied for that I have to take in less than 12 hours. I’m so boned. (oh and I have 0 gas in my car and need to coast to a gas station… punk rawwwwk)

I blame Punk Rock, Women and Booze, more or less in that order. So this is me throwing up the horns, blasting some Rancid in my car and hoping that I make it to a gas station so I can pass out and take a test bleary eyed and choking tomorrow, then… FREEDOM!

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Since it’s 4:30 in the morning on a Friday night I figured, what better time than now to post a longish live journal entry.

I just got done watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Like a dumbass I haven’t seen it until just now and I, of course, loved it. But it’s brought be back to the same place I was a year ago, which is wondering what happened to our looser. It seems like in times past there have been great writers who’ve emerged from the masses just writing about their experiences at the bottom of the barrel. Guys like Thompson or Bukowski. Here are guys who are not liked because they’re successful (or even particularly good or friendly people) but instead are like for just the opposite reasons. Why don’t we have any ‘street poet’ that’s emerged. I think that’s the major with the communication age. Since everyone can instantly communicate with everyone, certain voices get lost in the mix, and that voice is one of them, but it’s a voice I dont think we can afford to avoid.

I want to hear more people like Tom Waits singing lyrics like “Im so god damn horny the crack of dawn better be careful around me” and less Dave Matthews.

Its not that there’s anything wrong with the writers or singers of today, but even punk music has taken a big step upwards. You dont have guys like GG Allen or guys with names like Sid Vicious. Who is it that years from now will be remembered as our generations voice from the streets. The voice of the despondant drunk or raging psychotic who still has a voice and a story, even if it’s twisted and backwards. Personally I think they’re all voices that need to be heard… there’s something about the idea of sitting in a cheap nagahide booth in a dark smoky bar sharing a drink with a total stranger and bullshitting about the economy or some other meaningless tripe, than going to a place like the fucking Circle Bar in santa monica where it’s so busy you have to show tit to the bartender to get service and there’s no seating whatsoever so you just have to stand around like sardines. (I was going to make a Great White reference here).

I think I need to put back together my Whiskey and Cigarettes party idea… we’ll see.

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