[Portland, OR] How anarchists make
me chuckle. This was a bookstore with a shabby room in back for the band. While
I waited for the music, I strolled through the books – academics are the consensus
(this is not good), watch out because they will sell out. How they make me
chuckle. The one on uterus vacation (not the good kind) was painful to read.
The atheist one was boring. When I’d dragged out skimming the zines as long as
I could, I ventured to the back. 4 people on a ramshamble couch – a couple
making out enthusiastically in the corner. Sigh. I unfolded a chair and sat
firmly, hands crossed on my knees. One guy on the couch was going on about the
government and how terrible it is – it took all my ability to not go off on how
great societies and cooperation are. Sludgy no wave. 90s indie rock. Voice
altered like Butthole Surfers but without any screaming etc. In fact, they were
generally kind of pig-fuck for the genre freaks. I wasn’t happy with their
discordance at all but they got much better by 2nd song. Angular.
Kind of drone or stoner. Good but a little simple – the bass lines were not
killer – 4 notes repeated and I had the songs figured out one minute in. This
guy in the crowd yelled “next time, play the heavy one” and I found myself
nodding because I’d been thinking damn they’re not that heavy – but then I
realized the yeller was making a joke, as in oh how hard it had all been.
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