Perfect Pussy

Meredith Graves is a fucking sweet and genuine girl, she fronts this band and i'll fully admit that their fifteen minute set was a wall of fucking noise that you could barely hear through and the only lyrics i made out were "fuck you"... i stood in line at the pisser with her and had a wonderful conversation about her band name and how i had to explain it to the boyos that it was about cats cuz they're to young to be caught up with what most likely will be the singular most pursuit of their young lives at some point... at least for a time cuz one day i hope they'll be like their old man and not really worry about it anymore...

And so Captain Graybeard went to the punk rock show, just like he did in his youth, 15mg of the good sister, a crushed and zooted OC, a bag full of loose beers at the garage that doubled as venue, a venue full of kids half his age but i don't be-grudge the kids man, it's their time now and i just like to hang back and watch all the fun, and Meredith is a pretty girl who howls like a banshee as the band bounces around the stage, it's a free and easy existence and what pleases me now is that i'm old enough to not get caught up in the bullshit of the "scene" cuz  "scenes" tend to breed alot of bullshit you dig? hell i stumbled on to this one scene that is filled with a bunch of adults fawning all over each other, it's a veritable smorgasbord of ass-licking, fellatio and cunnilingus and yet none of it is original or entertaining or even all that well written but hell man i'm a misanthrope and i'm not in this for the fucking community or the camaraderie, fuck that noise, i just like to type and hideout and venture out to see some music now and then...

So i spent today cleaning the house and dodging barbs cuz that's what punk rock daddios do in their spare time, though i'm no punk rock daddio, i refuse to get every spare inch of skin tattoo'd or wear a spiked jacket cuz as Mr. Lydon once said it's not the fashion it's the state of mind and the state of mind i'm in is to talk the fucking talk and walk the fucking walk and to just get on with things... and now i'm gonna flip this record and do just that... needless to say it was a good night out and these days i like that slow cruise through the city better than i like blow jobs, no offense ladies and gentleman but the pleasure just lasts longer, listening to tunes and clean wet streets, the neon lights of beer signs whizzing by, i made it this far the rest is just fucking gravy man, fucking gravy...