Well, sometimes it’s better to write about the things that bother you when you are still in anger. Just like I was a few days ago, when Miss Zombiedust and Raccoon in the city asked me to write about what made me regret deciding to head downtown for the space lady gig after a great Sunday afternoon meeting with friends.
But now it’s Saturday night and while “wild geese” ( the drums’ latest album wonderful closer) is melting me away (ok, together with this awful sogginess), I can’t trace any anger in me. And you bet I was angry…
But now it’s Saturday night and while “wild geese” ( the drums’ latest album wonderful closer) is melting me away (ok, together with this awful sogginess), I can’t trace any anger in me. And you bet I was angry…
I wanted to write about crudeness. But honestly, don’t we experience crudeness everyday and everywhere in Greece of 2014?
And how many times don’t WE get rude without noticing? Or, even worse, without wanting to notice?
I wanted to write about people being at a gig for all the wrong reasons. But hey, didn’t I go there just “for the company”? Or, isn’t it a “wrong reason”? Ha, I’m confused. At least, I sat there in a corner and (I guess) I wasn’t that annoying…
Is this maybe a kind of compromise? A compromise that often comes to soften my anger? A compromise with things I hate, but obviously won’t change? Or is it something else? Is it maybe that I feel ashamed to point the finger at others?
Wait a second! Do I accuse myself of complicity?
Well, I’ll try to translate a German pop song that for some reason comes to mind right now:
“…and then I’m getting up to go among people
and ask myself, what can I do?
I want to hate them
and yet can’t help but see a part of myself in everything they are”
Or am I just getting older?
And how many times don’t WE get rude without noticing? Or, even worse, without wanting to notice?
I wanted to write about people being at a gig for all the wrong reasons. But hey, didn’t I go there just “for the company”? Or, isn’t it a “wrong reason”? Ha, I’m confused. At least, I sat there in a corner and (I guess) I wasn’t that annoying…
Is this maybe a kind of compromise? A compromise that often comes to soften my anger? A compromise with things I hate, but obviously won’t change? Or is it something else? Is it maybe that I feel ashamed to point the finger at others?
Wait a second! Do I accuse myself of complicity?
Well, I’ll try to translate a German pop song that for some reason comes to mind right now:
“…and then I’m getting up to go among people
and ask myself, what can I do?
I want to hate them
and yet can’t help but see a part of myself in everything they are”
Or am I just getting older?
Written by:
D.G.
D.G.