After the shower my brothers Ryan and Bryson and Bryson's girlfriend Kelli and I went to see The Dropkick Murphys in Lousiville. The opening bands were pretty good. I hadn't been out to a show of any sort in years...about 4 years actually. I'd forgotten how amusing the punk scene can be. How people can be categorized. I guess it's like that in any subculture but "punk" is one of the ones I'm probably most familiar with. There were the underage kids, the straight-edgers, the hipsters, the hardcore kids, the skinheads (not too many of those out last night), the metal-heads, the Irish music fans (who looked slightly put-off by mohawks and spikes), a couple of rednecks and some hippies. And me, nowhere in between any more. I used to fall somewhere in the hardcore/goth category. One day long ago. Now I'm somewhere else, not sure where anymore. It was rather strange to watch the crowd from the outside now. I have more ink than a lot of the people trying hard to show off what they had, I can identify bands on patches on black leather jackets from 20 paces and I know the best ways to get your hair pink, blue or orange. I guess I'm getting old? I still desire to dress up outrageously and go jump in the mosh pit but my budget calls for suits and dresses and my broken back calls for a bar stool. When did I become so boring?? Did I ever think this day would come? No. Call it Peter Pan syndrome but I never thought I'd be so lame. Not that I'm unhappy with how my life is now but it's just so strange. Recently my mechanic's jacket with leopard-print fur collar and my pin and patch collection suffered irreparable damage. Maybe that was a sign? An end of an epoch for me perhaps.
At any rate, the DM were BLOODY AWESOME and I'm so excited still that I got to see them live finally. I've been a fan since 2000 or so and I'd never caught them live due to living in BFE. The energy from the band was amazing. Simply awesome.
Devious Comments
It sucks.
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Lady Arilyia
"Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so." -Douglas Adams, Last Chance to See
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Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
And she's 21.
When I heard that, I thought "Holy fuck, I'm getting old..." And the worst part is, I'm starting to get used to it. In October, this happened.
Not to mention that my joints & innards bother the hell out of me some days. This wasn't supposed to happen! But so what. Getting old doesn't necessarily mean turning dodgy. For you it's the mosh pit; for me it's going bull-bore on my bicycle. Oh yeah, baby, I still ride fast even after going over the high side. That will never change.
I think my body is aging a lot faster than it should too. My back is all-but-useless now that the weather has turned cold (thanks arthritis!) and like you my innards are revolting on a regular basis. Ugh! But I keep on keeping on, so to speak, and motor through the bad days knowing there will be a good one soon.
Props to you for still riding like a maniac after your spill!!
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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
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