4-22-12: Here I lie, prostrate, recovering from butt surgery. Yes, butt surgery. Instead of taking advantage of a free ticket to Refused tonight or hitting RSD this weekend, I’m watching episodes of Deadwood online. I could of seen Brian do some faux-masturbation all over Generation during a little Night Birds in-house. No, I watched the Anvil documentary and felt like I could relate to Lips. Me and Lips against the world. Fuck that. I ain’t go shit on the has-been, come-lately from Canada. I’m just a mid-30s, aging hardcore kid in NJ. I’ve been part of three small-time bands from three different states. I put out a record once, sang some back-ups with friends’ bands, took some photos, helped out some labels, and roadie’d a whole bunch. But basically, I started going to shows in 1992 and never stopped. I plan my life around shows like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And I don’t even get to a fraction of the interesting bands performing virtually at my doorstep. When I’m not doing that, I’m recovering from the particulars of butt surgery. Yes, butt surgery. But the shows keep happening and I’m still here. You don’t want to be like me. Go start your own band.
To be continued…
