I SPEAK IN MONOTONE
LEAVE MY FUCKING LIFE ALONE
Memory of the night, as the clocks ticks 12: jumping up and down at the 40 Watt in the year 2000, as the neon words THE CLUB IS OPEN shudder to life behind Bro. Pollard, the jidder-judder of “Baba O’ Riley” panning across the room, something crunching under ancient Converse, you look down and it’s smashed glass from seven million Blue Ribbon bottles, and you’re jumping up and down and laughing and it’s only a millimeter of rubber that saves you from blood, but that’s the whole point of rock and roll anyway, and you
drink Budweiser ‘till you get sick, not because you like it,
but because Bob does.
Guided By Voices – “As We Go Up We Go Down”