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Art as life, art is life, ought not to be rendered post expression as it is expression and that is all it ever has been. Ought not to be judged as in "Ours is not to reason why...".
August 22

Bloody buggers

There’s this gig, right, big outdoor thing yeah, goin on just down the road from me. All shite bands, every last one of em is some bandwagon-jumping pack of heartless scenesters.

Tickets were $40 each.

As if the shite lineup wasn’t enough to put you off. 

I opted out; said “Bollocks to that”.

Yet here I am, street filled with drunk, rhythmless, tone deaf idiots; just trying to have a quiet night in (apart from the incessant thud of a mighty bass drum down the road) and I can’t.

I mean, I OPTED OUT!

And why is the bass drum always so fucking loud at gigs?

If I’m going to sit here and be forced to listen to a gig starring shit bands only, I ought to at least be able to hear their songs, not just the bloody kick drum!

FUCK’S SAKE.