So says Billie.
A Lifetime of Annoyance Pays Off
Although I am yet to hit 50, it seems that I have entered that phase of life in which my only contribution to society is going to be Telling Everyone What They Are Doing Wrong. Not a day passes without a rant against ineptitude, a moan about ennui, a debate on general sloppiness, or screamig at the top of my lungs about the downright criminal liberties taken by chain retailers. How many times in the past year have I verbally castrated a customer service rep for ... well, their lack of service? You don't want to know. Because I'll tell you. Word for word.
I have come to the conclusion that I should embrace this aspect of my personality. Let's face it, it's not like I'm "growing" on a lot of other levels. Most of the rest of the package seems to be written in stone by now, and I think it's only fair to wait until I'm at least 60 to become Truly Eccentric. (I'm saving the pink face paint and the bikini/fez combo until then.)
So, be warned. I'm watching.
Yours,
Disgruntled of Stoke Newington
PS. I am not a pensioner.
Violence Grows
Arizona
What a strange, strange night that was. We were coming off a real high - two sold-out shows in Pomona California. The first show was at the 2000 capacity Fox Theatre, an old art-deco movie palace. Just a beautiful venue, and we really gave them a special show.
The second night we played the much smaller Glasshouse to almost 800 people. I think there was a curious edge to the crowd that night. It was a an edge of wild abandon - there was a crazy circular mosh pit like I personally haven't seen since Black Flag in 1982 (I guess I go to the wrong gigs).