I'm alive, well, but just not inspired to do any writing as of late.
Too much Death, both in people I know and Family members back Home, have me in a bit of Melancholia.
Everything Locally bores me. People, Places, all of it.
I was invited to the Beardcore Kool-Aid party Downtown, but couldn't muster up the stupidity to drink any of it.
The Local Punk scene is comprised of a bunch of unashamed dirty beggars, bands who beg for money to go on tour, bums who beg for money to get into the gig, and venues who beg people to pay their rent, and some talentless hacks who wouldn't know what a hook was even if you rammed it right up their asses, which a few of them would enjoy, no doubt. What happened to the art of Songwriting? Bands practicing? Wanting to sound good? Anyone? No one? Phooey.
I tried to muster up the energy to go to that Terveet Kädet gig last night, but the thought of seeing a bunch of old men playing 2 chord songs that sound like every shitty high school band I've ever heard just didn't appeal to me. Sorry, guess I'm not THAT Punk after all. ;-)