Sedated Weekend Romping
Why do we find ourselves trapped in within ourselves not knowing what comes after tomorrow? They said its all about cause and effect, you are your own enemy and all that jazz. What do you do when your friend has a van and its a weekend? Just jump on the bandwagon and just go wherever it may roam.
Watching Moods at Alliance Frong Say was a dud, their energy was as low as the carpeted floor of the auditorium, like slaved zombies on bad chemical trip with metal chains enforcement in persuasion of dark melody.
Straight after that, we rushed into Wan's van and to Home Club or Force Vomit soundcheck and we kids just hang out in the vicinity like self-proclaimed roadies. And last night too was my virgin visitation to the much talk about club called Coco Latte, it was their anniversary, they had loads of freebies. The mayhem, scavenging free loaders decided to patronise the 'super-cool' place.
Back to Home again, I beginning to like this idea of friend + + guest thingy, and the best thing is you don't have to be shy about it, the best thing to get into a place of merry and dandy is when its free. Well, you know you don't have to fork out on admission vices, as there are many other hedonistic vices to pay in the future.
The reason for me to be at Home was to catch KLPHQ, post-rock/new-rock, to appreciate post-rock or whatever you want to call it, is to let the sound caress you from bottom and straight up to your brain, and when you feel both your rectum and ear drums vibrating, and they trigger these visual imageries of urban decay/urban madness/horrible waste land....that's where you feel like shit, yes, everybody in this room is suffering from depressive malfunction one way or another. Pow Wow! Yes, I am still alive!
The new rock is without its roll. So what's on next week?
Watching Moods at Alliance Frong Say was a dud, their energy was as low as the carpeted floor of the auditorium, like slaved zombies on bad chemical trip with metal chains enforcement in persuasion of dark melody.
Straight after that, we rushed into Wan's van and to Home Club or Force Vomit soundcheck and we kids just hang out in the vicinity like self-proclaimed roadies. And last night too was my virgin visitation to the much talk about club called Coco Latte, it was their anniversary, they had loads of freebies. The mayhem, scavenging free loaders decided to patronise the 'super-cool' place.
Back to Home again, I beginning to like this idea of friend + + guest thingy, and the best thing is you don't have to be shy about it, the best thing to get into a place of merry and dandy is when its free. Well, you know you don't have to fork out on admission vices, as there are many other hedonistic vices to pay in the future.
The reason for me to be at Home was to catch KLPHQ, post-rock/new-rock, to appreciate post-rock or whatever you want to call it, is to let the sound caress you from bottom and straight up to your brain, and when you feel both your rectum and ear drums vibrating, and they trigger these visual imageries of urban decay/urban madness/horrible waste land....that's where you feel like shit, yes, everybody in this room is suffering from depressive malfunction one way or another. Pow Wow! Yes, I am still alive!
The new rock is without its roll. So what's on next week?
posted by TIRAMISU at
1:10 PM
2 Comments:
home club sounds like a lot of fun, i cant wait to check it out when im back.
Its like Home...formerly known as Mad Monks.
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