Alien

Tonight I didn't drink at the bar. Saw my friends get ripped and just generally watched people.

It's a given that I want to screw nearly all the bouncers. Really that was my only entertainment as my friends spoke of their exaggerated aspirations and persuit of pussy. It's not that I've had trouble enjoying myself at our bar (Smooth Hermans) or at Hess in general. I go nearly every Wednesday for wings and chatter. I dunno, it was just different tonight. I felt entirely out of place and desperately alone as the streets were alight with the buzz of heterosexual tension. Every hot guy I check out inevitably checking out a woman. The topic of conversation the friends of Martin's wife my friends would like to shack up with. I can't blame them really but without my drunken influence steering the conversation away from shit that bores me, well, I ended up bored.

I think I might be disappearing for a little while. I'm not sure from where or where to. This is not to say that I won't be weblogging but in my real life I feel the need withdrawl from social intereaction for a while. Stay at home, maybe invite a few friends over for small get togethers. We'll drink tea and have a bbq. I am socially frayed and burnt out.

Did I mention the gig friday night was terrible? It was fantastically horrible. What I expected to be perhaps a slightly bohemian fête turned into an ugly, loud and drunken frat party. I was far outside my element of my ever loving and supportive friends and head up against some pretty indulged, impolite and banal suburban trash. For all my hard work preparing a killer set of disco punk to please what I knew would be a difficult crowd I was downright slandered? The punk band gets the applause for their terrible sound and yet when I do a on-the-fly mashup of House of Jealous Lovers by The Rapture and Hard, Better, Faster, Stronger it goes entirely unnoticed? Fucking philistines, honestly.

To be fair it was a minority of people who were impolite and unappreciative. But I mean having not performed much in these context and mostly in the vein of classical music I'd never really prepared to be stylistically confrontational with the boring and uncultured. Shit, I'm talking about Daft Punk records like they're fucking haute couture or something.

I feel a tad dispirited about it all right now. I think I will probably stick to playing entirely original material only for the next little bit. At least when you perform and righteously suck people have the common courtesy to humour you.

I'll get over it though. Tomorrow is another day and the sun'll come up...