Schlong Shaped Balloons

A couple of days ago I went to a release party/punk rock show. They had balloons hang outside, everyone was smiling and the main band was selling their album and t-shirts. I bought neither. I had enough money to get a couple of beers and then a taxi home as I'd surely miss the train by the time the whole thing was over. They even had balloons hang over the stage, arranged in a way that they formed a penis. Or a dick. Or schlong.

A friend of mine who played in one of the supporting bands gave me his ticket for a free beer. Eventhough I'm not a beer fun, and I must admit that I find it quite boring, I couldn't do otherwise as the rum & coke was expensive and the whiskey and coke like wise. So I got my beer and shared it with him till he had to go and play.

Once again I felt like swimming in an ocean of hipness and brosness. Skinny jeans, tatoos, coolness, hipness, pretty girls and lead singers' girflriends. Everyone knew everyone. It was like a family dinner party and I was the weird relative that no one'd ever heard of. Or more like the friend of that weird relative.

Now let's not get bitter. It's nice having an audience when trying, and the chances of failing miserably are 50/50. Especially when that audience is your friends and know that the least you'll get is a tap on the shoulder and a "nice job dude" no matter what happens. The pain is less and gets numbed by sympathy, but I've come to believe that I'd rather have it straight. I'd rather fail miserably and been told that I did rather than having false hopes or expectations.

If I take the fall I want to take the fall head first and fail by doing it right. Because if you don't fail you'll never win. And because winners are past losers. I love it when I get philosophical. I don't want to do it half-assed with a net waiting to catch my fall down there.

Having said that I'm going to put it out there and say that the bands I saw, played alright except from the last one which managed to butcher one of their own songs that I'd listened and liked on their website.

Right, I'm going to keep this short and go read some, practice some, make some coffee and chill wit C.D.C. M (Chester Da Cat Mothafucka).

Till next time, Bababooee and keep goofing it up