This Is Fcukin Awesome

It is weird when you get so old to the point that ignoring the fundamental truths which have brought one along so far in life no longer feels so wrong, maybe a little bit, yet here I stand in the middle another twenty something pop-fest with screwed on smile disguising a somewhat disconnected and uninterested attention span that would make even the most ADD ridden person seem hyper focused. Hell, it's not time to give up or attempt a peace offering with forces I have continuously been at odds with for the past 25 years, seeing that things like weird music, art, and culture invasively intertwined themselves into my DNA; it is hard to accept mediocrity as the absolute answer, even though for much of my life this has been the case. Had to put on Aphex Twin Selected Ambient Works II in order to generate a proper mood for writing this, no long driving voids into opaques galaxies of reasoning, it never resonates with all these people I passed by today talking about bargain diapers at Wal Mart, or half hearted pleas to obey corporate rules from indentured servants as their masters walk the never ending halls of madness seeking to make their existence just a bit more bleak.

Nothing better to do today than watch another internet sensation muse of the social injustices plied against homosexuals, the culturally unattractive, and those who want no part with mainstream artifacts.
These are worthwhile causes to remind our lovely little Facebook generation about so they can click on a bunch of likes/thumbs ups in order to bring about change. Yet there was something about the crowd who had been waiting for the past three hours to take part in the music video dressed in attire you might see in some hollywood prom night movie scene. Their eyes gave off a sickened stare, catatonic, lost in a wasteland constructed by upper middle class profiteers who had convinced themselves that their contribution to promoting socially conscious good times actually was benefitting society at large. Today was merely another distraction, though slightly more glamourous, in a series of daily detours which have paralyzed our youth into throwing away their lives in the quest for light beer, club music, and the occasional STD. As the audience was corralled into their proper positions, I took a bit of time to chat with a few of the people, if nothing else to get further intel on what brought them to this event in the first place, yet all people wanted to know was how to get into my industry. Admittedly, my job is somewhat of grand illusion that appears to be a brass ring to those who work for minimum wage in the service sector, still I take just as much shit as the next stiff, but today was easy and the conversation provided a few laughs in each direction.

The band came out on stage so it was time to get into character, screw the fake smile back on as a sea of eyes gave me the periodic glance, then refocused their attention back on the band parading about the stage with MC antics so throughly worn out that these guys should be sending royalty checks to MC Shan, Rakim, and Kurtis Blow. Time to go translucent as to not instill the cool factor too heavily into the audience who can become shellshocked hipster vibes like young fresh innocent deer at the crackling fire from a hunter's gun. After kneeling to the ground in a ceremonial like pose to make Tebow proud, the teens around me began to go into full on 1980's era Tijuana party mode, luckily or maybe not so, alcohol was not served during this performance in a club environment which may have tipped the party into high gear Roman era frivolity not seen since late 90's Vegas strip club after hours era.

Everyone knew the song and were more than obligating in their rendition of the tune throughout the many times it was replayed, no sense of half assing it. A collective recollection culled from the most sexually charged 80's heavy metal and 90's booty music videos began to flow through the audience in fragrant pungent candy cane waves. It's a T&A show now the other guys who came with the girlfriends pretending to be into this who charade spent most of their time staring at ass while waving make believe  20 dollar bills. The luster of fame, no matter how it is shared pulls in those who have little left in their lives to dream about than singing away all your problems to an audience of others that really want nothing else than to do the same thing, so there is a connection, not the only one, but a bond which has propelled unknowns into the spotlight as a mean of low rent exorcism. That is enough for now went way to long on this one, could been longer, merely a sneak peek into what runs around this brain of mine and the need to get it out as soon possible.