Drinking is bad for your body but bloody good for your fucking spirits, thats all I really need to say about Monday night.
I'm happy in my own company most of the time but I do go out occasionally when I was younger and a little later on, I discovered the things that would plague me for the rest of my life: Cigarettes, drink and girls. The self praising epicurean wanks preformed their weekly circle jerk to video production, the girls fished for compliments from all the peanut butter smeared blokes there, I'm scratching out ideas and memories and looking at how I can fill a glass in the most interesting way and break down at a faster pace while seeing just how much information they can take, and I'm talking to a couple of friends about "Generation" and "Cervix" and "Pretension" and women worries. The information age is lived in but the chosen-by-accident youth of today, the internet has brought everything to everyone all at once, but bars bring in more money still. It's the new equivalent of a client walking into Philip Marlowe's office, distant and alienated 00's style. It's the face of modern transaction - you can buy anything from sex to washing-powder through a website, after all except the bar scene. So after a hour of filling up the tanks with beer drawn conclusions and ideas, I'm listening to this music and having these conversations and looking at a bar with a sixteen-going-on-fuck-all surroundings, and it hits me.
All a bar is was a Wall Of Sound.
I'm happy in my own company most of the time but I do go out occasionally when I was younger and a little later on, I discovered the things that would plague me for the rest of my life: Cigarettes, drink and girls. The self praising epicurean wanks preformed their weekly circle jerk to video production, the girls fished for compliments from all the peanut butter smeared blokes there, I'm scratching out ideas and memories and looking at how I can fill a glass in the most interesting way and break down at a faster pace while seeing just how much information they can take, and I'm talking to a couple of friends about "Generation" and "Cervix" and "Pretension" and women worries. The information age is lived in but the chosen-by-accident youth of today, the internet has brought everything to everyone all at once, but bars bring in more money still. It's the new equivalent of a client walking into Philip Marlowe's office, distant and alienated 00's style. It's the face of modern transaction - you can buy anything from sex to washing-powder through a website, after all except the bar scene. So after a hour of filling up the tanks with beer drawn conclusions and ideas, I'm listening to this music and having these conversations and looking at a bar with a sixteen-going-on-fuck-all surroundings, and it hits me.
All a bar is was a Wall Of Sound.