No I don't hate you as individuals I just hate you as a group, hate is a strong word, hate carries passion and violence, no I can not hate.When an individual rides in the rain or the snow, I'll be nice, I will treat that individual with the respect he or she deserves. The rest of you fair-weather hipster-fixster dip-shits Ya'all can kiss my rebel dick. Ya know the station manager who fired me from the collage radio once asked if I hated her, I said. "You're too pretty to hate." Now she's Steven Tyler's fiance' and I wish her well, no really.
I was a bike messenger in Anchorage and it went a little like this. It was cold yet tropical and at the same time every thing was wrong and at the same time right, I was a bike messenger in Anchorage, tropical hotdog night.
and then I met the girl who wanted to meet and feed the monster and we lived happily ever after.
The last four posts I edited three, I didn't think I had said what I wanted to say when I drunkenly shat them out like a good stinky nasty beer shit ( stealing from Bukowski I guess) but there was one perfect beer shit I left alone.
Don't know why? Wanna cry.
Maybe just maybe it has something to do with that distorted view we have of the past. When we think about the late sixties we imagine hippies under foot and all the greats of what we now call classic rock. The reality is, this was a big hit, if you lived any place where they had radios that played music this would be the song far more likely to be stuck in your head, not The Door's or The Airplane or Hendrix or any of that cool groovy shit. I'm told that when I was a tiny child just learning to speak I would join in at the chorus when it played on the radio. A song about a part of town the middle class was fleeing and it was starting to get a little scary. Let's go Downtown. Thing's 'll be great when we're Downtown..there's a certain irony in there somehow 'cause irony can be pretty dam ironic when you think about it, so forget all your troubles forget all you cares and let's go downtown. Thing's 'll be great when we're Downtown.
They tell me he's a fraud and a joke, he got on BET afterdark, he had the cars and the girls at least on camera, yeah that living room is part of the lobby of the Cook and they might of hacked the elevator at 520 L but he worked with Bizzy Bone, fake, wannabe, whatever? No ones ever written and videoed about this town like he did, at the same time captured a part of our "unique frontier spirit" something that is Anchorage that is beyond culture or group, something timeless an attitude, if you will. So, roll up a vega for the Joker, we goin' club hoppin'. The video part of the first song below, it just shows that perfect summers day off in Anchorage, the song speaks for itself. The second song well it's just darn cute and cut off too short.Gansta, legitimate businessman, black, white or whatever. Money comes and goes and we try real hard not fuck with each other. We party a tad harder then we should, that's how we roll up north So, roll up a Vega for the players and ride safe, wear a condom.
We all want to be someone else. Being me and being you that's a lot of work. I have to ask myself back in the seventies when people were putting on their cowboy boots getting ready to ride that mechanical bull and the still living cowboys looked upon those dip-shits did they hate, like I hate, were they like me one step away from doing some real anti-social bullshit did they want to drag some worthless fuck into the inlet and remind them you pay a price for fashion? So yeah put on those skinny jeans, throw that cool Chrome bag on and hop on your stylin' fixie, go ahead pretend to be what you can never be, imagine what it's like, run your little alleycat and know you'll never know what we are and you'll never feel what we feel and never know what we know but yeah, ya' look cool there cowboy. There's a brand new dance they do it over there but they don't do it here. beep beep. Oh, yeah feel free to go fuck yourselves.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.