In the 90’s ,people were getting trampled to death at concerts.
Mosh pits, unruly crowds pumped full of unruly music and stepping on the person in front of them.
Jams, right?
Them’s some jams.
Kill thy neighbor jams.
Now.. if you had X-ray vision on a crowd?
If you could pinpoint the perpetrators??
That’s manslaughter at least, right?
Some form for murder.
A crowd.
A buzzing hive mind, assholes and elbows, behaving how the pied piper tells them to.
With a beat..
I don’t know this Travis Scott guy, but people died at his concert too.
Dangerous music?
Impossible.
Music isn’t dangerous.
Not by nature.
Dangerous crowds.
Dangerous groupings of monkeys , ill equipped to handle such vibes.
For the record, I’m not into it.
THat’s a pisspoor way to die, but at least you get a soundtrack.
On the inverse…
Sitting at a concert , in seats, with your hands in your lap is pretty lame too.
Paying 20$ a beer, sneaking a joint in, tucked in your socks or hidden pockets.
You fall out of love with it…
Maybe people need to die.
Maybe that spirit demands it.
And all music evolves in a circle so I’m just waiting for grunge to come back, but a specific flavor of grunge.
Smart grunge.
Grunge that actually took chops.
Thought, emotion, etc.
I don’t need people to die at concerts, I merely wish for guitar parts with some balls. Song structures that had things to say or attitudes to vent.
Ya’ll bitches gone soft.
“Cry rap?”
What are you doin man?
Disrespecting an art-form is what you’re doing.
Sigh…
Out of my control.
Sentimental and whimsical for a particular slice of time,
And not because it’s when I peaked.
I never peaked.
I was never the shit.
I was always avoiding you fucks like the plague.
(Plaque?)
A plague of plaque, don’t talk back…
Trampled to death at concerts..
Ruining it for everyone else..
Some people can’t handle drugs..
Some people can’t handle loud music in a group setting..
Weird..
The worst part of art is the eyeballs that land on it.
The audience.
Always ruining some shit…
(How’s your day going?)
I napped hard,, so I’ll be fighting to get to sleep.
The Sunday night game.
Pretend you’re not a vampire and trick the world on Monday
“Nah, I’m just a regular person,, I’m really interested in what you did this weekend”
Super interested.
It’s fine to be boring, but keep it to yourself.
I respect the “don’t tell me what to do” nature of it,,
I just don’t wanna hear about it…
Crowd trampling at country music concerts, that’s what I’d like to see.
Bring some credentials to that fake ass artform you clowns got going on over there.
Ugh…..
So I tell this girl
“Hey, I’m like full on junkie vibes and shouldn’t be close to anyone”
And she’s like
“I don’t care”
Which seems like a red flag, right?
You need someone to call you out for being a loser, but they have to be funny about it.
That’s the only way it works.
Yawn….
Fauxpium naps,,, like,,,alllll weekend.
I’m not even on this planet brah,
Not even here…
“Leave a message, maybe I’ll return your call..”
Yawn…
Maybe nothing.
Maybe disconnect the goddamn phone and let the world do it’s dumb thing..
Watching them,, one eye open,,muttering
“I…hate them….”
(They hate you too bud)
Well then Yahtzee.
Muh-fuckin Yahtzee and crazy 8’s/
Let em get softer,,, let em eat themselves and bask in the delicacy of tender flesh,,
I’m…..
Imma be sleeping..
Because I hate you.
Zzzzzzzzz…….
(Snap)
ALRIGHT! I’m up,, what did I miss?
I love you guys so much, and I’m sorry for the things I say,,,
I’m …rooting for you…..
Zzzzzzzzz
(Snap)
I HATE EM!
I hope they all die.
Hope an asteroid,,takes,,,,,takes them out….
Zzzzzzzzzzz
dawn 