After 2 or so years of absence, Against Me! return with a new release “White Crosses”. I don't know if it needs more listening time for me to appreciate it but till now it's kind of weird and goes a bit unnoticed. On the other hand, I can assure you, like all the previous Against Me! albums, it still has this “come back and listen to me some more” feeling after the first time you listen to it.
Tom Gabel's vocals still don’t fail to give you goose bumps and make the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. The back-up vocals fall right into the right places, strategically placed and carefully chosen giving you a better feeling of every song.
More melodic than their previous albums, one could say too melodic and maybe different for the band’s past releases, Against Me! manage with the finest of lyrical content to give you a glimpse of how you’d see the world through their eyes –“Bamboo Bones”- and a browse through their current thoughts -“I Was A Teenage Anarchist”-.
A definitely need to listen to album if not for the music just for the lyrics. Nothing can beat music combined with intelligent lyrical material.
"Suffocation"
Saturday 20 March 2010
Saturday 6 March 2010
Hello There Pretty!
Driving down the street where the prostitutes hang and sell themselves, makes you feel like a rock-star or some sort of a fly celebrity. If you exclude the dirty and sketchy scenery, the sad dimming lightning from the streetlights behind the empty at night time, large meat market and imagine you’re driving down Hollywood Boulevard or someplace where all the hot shots find themselves and girls go crazy at the sight of them, then you might get what I mean. I’ve said this way too many times but every time we drive down that area to get to where our regular bar is, the same thought hits me every time. But it’s also kind of tragic and ironic, how they picked that certain area to exercise the oldest of all professions. Behind the meat market. OOOOOOH POETIC.
Young girls not older than 25, knock on your car’s window smiling at you, asking if they could join you and keep you company. I’m not trying to advertise prostitution here, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that some of them are REALLY pretty and when I say REALLY pretty, I don’t mean the “less clothes more flesh” kind of really pretty. Because let’s just be honest and true here. If you’re a guy and you see a girl not wearing much, besides the “slut” you’ll think “she’s pretty”. Do you get the two different kinds of the meaning of the word “pretty” that I’m trying to make? Wait I gotta find my lighter dudez. BRB. AlRiGht. Found it.
So, obviously the reason why I made this long intro, talking about prostitutes, sketchy parts of my city and meat markets, is because we did drive down that part of Athens last night to get to a bar that was hosting a punk-rock night. Not many people were there. We ordered our drinks and took a seat on the side barstools of the bar. The drinks arrived and I left a tip to the bartender that served us. TIP YOUR BARTENDER SO SHE/HE WON’T SPIT IN YOUR DRINK OR SERVE YOUR DRINK IN A DIRTY GLASS. After 45 mins my glass got empty. I ordered another drink.
She -37 or something years old- brought my drink again. Again I left a tip and smiled politely and thanked her. I continued the conversation I was having with my friend. A couple of songs and stupid jokes later, we ordered another round. She again brought our drinks. I smiled and thanked her. She leaned forward and said the most original starting line for a conversation EVER. “So…do you come here often?”. I answered “yes.” Conversation ended with an awkward silence. She wasn’t saying anything she was just staring at me and smiling.
I looked away and went back to irritating my friend with stupid jokes. I took out a cigarette and lit it. She was standing from the inside of the bar right next to me, she was staring and smiling at me. I was pretending that I hadn’t realized. My friend, looks at her then he looks at me that I was looking down at my drink and then back at him. He grins and we burst out laughing. That was one of the creepiest experiences I’ve ever had.
The rest of the night consisted of sing alongs, watching guys trying to sing songs that they didn’t know the words of and they were just opening their mouths like their trying to fit something in it, a few more drinks and ended with some freshly made bread we bought at 5 am from a small shop.
If I ever become a tour guide, I won’t take my group to the Acropolis or Parthenon. I’ll take them for a ride down the streets that I described at the very beginning of this text. Because this is what reflects Greece nowadays. That’s what Greece is nowadays. A beautiful girl in a cheap whorehouse that instead of doing something with her life she lets every kind of asshole fucking her for pennies and falls asleep alone at night. –well some girls might enjoy this life-style. But oh well…-
Young girls not older than 25, knock on your car’s window smiling at you, asking if they could join you and keep you company. I’m not trying to advertise prostitution here, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that some of them are REALLY pretty and when I say REALLY pretty, I don’t mean the “less clothes more flesh” kind of really pretty. Because let’s just be honest and true here. If you’re a guy and you see a girl not wearing much, besides the “slut” you’ll think “she’s pretty”. Do you get the two different kinds of the meaning of the word “pretty” that I’m trying to make? Wait I gotta find my lighter dudez. BRB. AlRiGht. Found it.
So, obviously the reason why I made this long intro, talking about prostitutes, sketchy parts of my city and meat markets, is because we did drive down that part of Athens last night to get to a bar that was hosting a punk-rock night. Not many people were there. We ordered our drinks and took a seat on the side barstools of the bar. The drinks arrived and I left a tip to the bartender that served us. TIP YOUR BARTENDER SO SHE/HE WON’T SPIT IN YOUR DRINK OR SERVE YOUR DRINK IN A DIRTY GLASS. After 45 mins my glass got empty. I ordered another drink.
She -37 or something years old- brought my drink again. Again I left a tip and smiled politely and thanked her. I continued the conversation I was having with my friend. A couple of songs and stupid jokes later, we ordered another round. She again brought our drinks. I smiled and thanked her. She leaned forward and said the most original starting line for a conversation EVER. “So…do you come here often?”. I answered “yes.” Conversation ended with an awkward silence. She wasn’t saying anything she was just staring at me and smiling.
I looked away and went back to irritating my friend with stupid jokes. I took out a cigarette and lit it. She was standing from the inside of the bar right next to me, she was staring and smiling at me. I was pretending that I hadn’t realized. My friend, looks at her then he looks at me that I was looking down at my drink and then back at him. He grins and we burst out laughing. That was one of the creepiest experiences I’ve ever had.
The rest of the night consisted of sing alongs, watching guys trying to sing songs that they didn’t know the words of and they were just opening their mouths like their trying to fit something in it, a few more drinks and ended with some freshly made bread we bought at 5 am from a small shop.
If I ever become a tour guide, I won’t take my group to the Acropolis or Parthenon. I’ll take them for a ride down the streets that I described at the very beginning of this text. Because this is what reflects Greece nowadays. That’s what Greece is nowadays. A beautiful girl in a cheap whorehouse that instead of doing something with her life she lets every kind of asshole fucking her for pennies and falls asleep alone at night. –well some girls might enjoy this life-style. But oh well…-
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