I watched Seven Ages of Rock and Roll from the start today. AGAIN. It ends tonight with British Indie - something that makes me a bit irritated. Mostly cause I haven't seen it yet and they have been showing the commercial for the past two days and it STARTS with Franz Ferdinand - a band that I think people are already starting to forget. Maybe I'm wrong. Whatever. It still bothers me. Open with The Smiths, motherfuckers.
Anyways, it starts momentarily... I'll probably post a full opinion of the whole darn thing later.
There is a big nostalgic story about where I was and who I was when I first heard this song. It was in front of a tv, kind of like I am right now, minus the parents arguing upstairs. But as I watched the round-up of the first three episodes of "Seven Ages of Rock and Roll" on VH1 Classic I got to see Richard Hell read this like poetry and it made me do the RCA puppy head tilt in sheer awe.
Blank Generation (Hell) I was sayin' let me outta here before I was even born, It's such a gamble when you get a face, It's fascinatin' to observe what the mirror does, But when I dine it's for the wall that I set a place.
I belong to the blank generation, And I can take it or leave it each time. I belong to the generation, But I can take it or leave it each time.
Triangles were fallin' at the window as the doctor cursed, He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye, The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first, The doctor grabbed my throat and yelled, "God's consolation prize!"
I belong to the blank generation, And I can take it or leave it each time. I belong to the generation, But I can take it or leave it each time.
To hold the TV to my lips, the air so packed with cash, Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot, To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms tracks, And watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot
I belong to the blank generation, And I can take it or leave it each time. I belong to the generation, But I can take it or leave it each time.
Well, it is Krush Groove weekend no longer. Shit, I have been hardcore neglecting the old blog. Poor thing.
What it is though, is five days before Christmas and twelve days before this crazy-ass year is OVER. This year, winter hit me like a Mack truck. Work suddenly got freakishly busy, so now I spend my entire workday strung out and by the time I get home all I want to do is stay in and watch cable. It's embarassing. So, yeah - I have barely been getting out to see live music, and have only been writing a minimum amount of copy for anyone. I am in desperate need of some motivation, y'all.
This year I went from having a live-in boyfriend to living alone to having my WT living on my couch to reuniting with aforementioned boyfriend. Life is actually quite good - with the exception of my anxiety issues rearing their ugly demon heads more often than usual. That also explains my total absence in most social situations. But I'm working on it, sort-of. Anyways - Krush Groove Weekend? It's over.
I won't stay gone as long next time. Happy Holidays!!
