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My response to the no question "I can taste the cotton of his shirt and I rub my tongue against my
teeth in an effort to ease the uncomfortable sensation in my mouth. I
have no time to contemplate what a mistake biting his back was, He
tumbles into me, and I push him off into the guy with the sideburns
and the smug look on his face. I'm feeling dizzy as I get kicked in
the head by steel toed dress shoes. It's hard to concentrate and all
I can see are floating purple skulls and the flash of the strobe light
which somehow has synchronized itself with the throbbing in the back
of my head. The pain brings me back, and I see Adam on the ground
crawling around with what I perceive to be no real purpose. I grab him
and toss him back in front of the crowd, careful as not to hurl him
into Erin or Josh, the two who are responsible for maintaining the
noise driving this.
I lift up the stand, and someone else hands him the microphone.
He looks apathetically at it, knowing it's as much of a prop as the
strobe light, or the purple skulls. Or the switchblade he just pulled
out, and the hair he's cutting off and eating, and now the vomit which
has cleared some space on the dance floor, which Adam doesn't like, so
he crosses the divide created by his own puke. He spots a guy in the
back who's looking very deliberately disinterested and is reading a
copy of Stomp and Stammer, a local magazine which holds some distaste
among the informed. Adam grabs the magazine from him and rips it up
as he turns back to the foreground. The magazine reader is dressed in
a traditional punk rock uniform, Germs patch and all. He's perturbed
but it looks like he's going to let it slide. That is, until the song
ends, and Adam calls him out for reading during a punk rock show. A
beer can flies towards the band missing Adam and spraying Erin mostly.
Things get heated, I get nervous like I always do. Erin dedicates the
next song to the reader, Josh presses the button and the set
continues.
It's hard to sit trough a whole set up there next to the band.
I'm out of breath and dehydrated. I decide to move back to the bar and
watch a song from there. I light my Winston and order a gin and
tonic. It's an uncomfortable feeling to just break from that and to
be in the back with all the squares. The cocktail is watered down so I
drink it fast and order another one. I try to see the band but since
they set up on the floor all I can see is the top of Erin's head.
They start playing Vietnam II so I head back, drink in hand. It's good
to be in the sweat, something about the smell of a room full of body
odor is comforting. I swim my way back to the front and see Adam on
his knees and the microphone stand on the back of his neck held in
place as if he's in the stocks. I stand him up and pour some of my
drink down his throat. I try and concentrate on Erin as she plays
the real Black Sabbathish bit in the song in an effort to retain
something, but it escapes me as always.
Erin and Josh do the only real traditional rock show thing I've
seen all night and look at each other has they bang out the last three
notes of the night in a slow crashing cadence. Adam announces that
they have 7" records and T-shirts available upon request, and some
other bands shit that you've never heard of. The crowd disperses
seeming wounded and elated. The band talks to the people who lingered
around them and wanted to congratulate them on the set. It's seems
all the violence and energy in Adam disappears as soon as the band
stops playing and he's nothing but cordial to the audience."
My question, was that shit great or what?
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