Thursday, July 21, 2005

i know i'm a little late but i just have to say, saturday was the bee's knees. i dunno why people use that expression but i figure, if you could get close enough to a bee without it attacking your retinas then it must be fucking awesome. and that, was what saturday was. i was prepared to have a ho-hum night but dang, was it a blast without me having to even step into the club. a loooong conversation that had lived past its due date still proved palatable. after which, some of us sojourned to the new parliament house to exchange spooky stories which died a premature death because of the rain that plagued and at the same time, blessed us till the wee hours of the morn. we left Home, the old mad monks, only to return to it bursting at the gills with the baybeats people who very efficiently ousted out the dnb crowd for their afterparty. i have had this on and off going inner dilemma with those baybeats people, as in the indie poptart crowd. i know some of them and many are friends of friends...and this is where the BUT in every diplomatic thing one tries to say comes in. but, i have made very odd and i'm sure, rather astute observation about that crowd. it's all good, they play nice music, they seem very united and sing along to the songs, but, i was wondering, why is it most of them see the pressing need to affect some sort of vaguely british accent? why do they have to think they're the gallagher brothers, or whomever's indie and dead's incarnate? i don't get it. see, the dnb people don't put on british accents just because dnb is big there. and the best thing is, why do they insist on acting like american/british rockstars when they most probably live in flats and get heckled by their makcik mothers to eat some sort of nasi or other when they stumble home whenever reeking of beer? oh wait, no. the above wasn't the best, per se. now this is the best. why do they have to make themselves seem unwashed and dirty and grimey? because in every other culture and country, that's just the unspoken word for gross. and the times i was obliged to attend such gigs for reasons i can't be arsed to explain here, it's just really difficult to avoid skin contact with these people and honestly, the gods know i've tried my hardest. so many questions, so little time. now i'm not going to bathe myself till my next post, make my hair greasy, act all depressed and ooh, what's that word, oh yeah, emo and maybe the queen will have crumpets with me because i'm trying to darndest to have a british accent.

the textual siege.

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