I want to take my punk band to Australia. I keep reading about aussies on here, and they all seem so cool. And thanks for exposing me to The Smith Street Band.
TARDIS? Really? I saw this car in Kansas City while i was walking home from work.
After a rough few days i took a lunch break at work. I opened a dove bar, and this is what it said. Ive been losing my hair since i was 17. My candy bar is an asshole.
I present to you my favorite EP of the past 20 years.
TV on The Radio - Young Liars.
When I think of her, I remember the story of her mother. In her youth, she was a bartender, and one time she blew coke with some members of The Grateful Dead. As a lover of stories, that one seems like the only story that needs to be told about her. And if you want to be specific, it wasn’t even about her, but a cool incident that happened to her mother.
We were only friends briefly. I visited when her parents weren’t home and she was left to house sit. I always liked exploring new places, she didn’t like to be alone. I had her watch The Lost Boys with me, and she fell asleep before the credits. I behaved like a shy gentleman, and covered her up, later falling asleep on her parents couch. The neighborhood was quiet, like we were the last people left on Earth.
We had a falling out. Her friend didn’t like me, neither did I. We both agreed I wasted her time. I was different back then, and I never inquired about her disapproval.
She was younger than I, and wanted me to buy her some Chai flavored booze to spike her tea with. But it wasn’t just the alcohol she wanted, it was the gift set in it’s entirety. I watched as she carefully removed the two tumblers from the glass, and poured a modest amount in her glass, sipping at it like she was royalty. We both felt so adult at that moment, with our glasses in hand, not getting wasted but still savoring our life’s and not having to worry about death or growing old. We were frozen in time, and the world stopped spinning that day.
As quickly as she entered my life, she was gone. Too busy to take my calls or make plans anymore. She moved on, I moved on. We both had enough friends to not take it personally. I enjoyed the adventure. I was along for the ride, no matter how short it was.
I did see her a few years later, at a party. she was dating an acquaintance of mine, and she gave me dirty looks. Shooting daggers at my core, tearing apart my excitement. We were not friends anymore. Did she see something in me that was a lie? How did I let her down?
She faked a pregnancy when he tried to break up with her after only a few weeks. He told her he wanted proof, and she just kept fighting with him. Maybe she was desperately in love. Maybe she was crazy.
I got the call a few days ago that she is dying. Cancer. They don’t expect for her to live much longer. I didn’t know how to feel.
I want to find her and tell her that she gave me some beautiful moments of friendship and glimpses of reckless youth. It’s been too long though. I feel if she wanted me to be apart of her last days she would find me, she would have been a better friend when I was still a part of her life.
Is finding a friend from the past selfish, if the person is dying? I feel that I would be doing it for myself, to find closure, and not for her. I feel it would be as selfish as reuniting with a friend because they won the lottery. It would be for me.
So I choose to stay estranged. I choose to stay away. Our friendship will be best kept as a memory.
Here’s a list of a few punk bands from Kansas City. I highly suggest these bands.
http://www.reverbnation.com/hipshotkiller check out the song Silence On The Line
http://www.reverbnation.com/thebadideas Cool all girl hardcore punk.
http://www.reverbnation.com/bombsoverbroadway Check out the song Stuck In The Lost And FOund
http://www.reverbnation.com/thebigiron If you want more of a outlaw feel.