genesis: it could have been dinosaur jr.,
or blind melon,
or for that matter: nirvana...
punk: whoosh!
scalped me...
                to the point where i wasn't
able to tell the difference between
a skin-head or a mohawk...
i'd still watch the back to the future
trilogy many more times
thanstar wars...
   because that's just what you did...
prog. rock revision?
a bit hard to revise the king crimson
debute...
but tool managed it...
   forever and through to this day,
and a tomorrow,
i will keep my respects to bands
than respect the bass guitar...
      metallica?
i must be tone-deaf...
sure, you sometimes hear the bass
guitar, but most of the time?
no, nope, can't hear ****...
        did drums and rhythm guitar
just gobble down the bass guitar?
late punk, pop even,
akin to early offspring?
or, rubric grunge,
   starting ground?
   pearl jam, vs. or vitalogy?
your pick...
                            yield...
and memories of 1998...
a year... or just a year prior...
fiddling with a daewoo
t.v.,
fidgeting, while getting reception
of a news channel,
that broadcasted the death
of boris yeltsin...
   it's not exactly nostalgia...
if the years you're making references
of, you were alive in...
how's that nostalgia...
         nostalgia is either
nietzsche or hölderlin referencing
ancient greece...
   **** me and **** all
that ancient theatre...
               polite society my ***...
more like:
of those who would later
encourage dyslexia...
   maybe i was never gen X...
punk hard-on
    cut-off the phallus,
replace it with a gyrating *****...
   of my youth?
   well... inclinations
surrounding depeche mode...
vs. the cure...
the earliest fathomable example
of precursor-goth...
but, me? mostly grunge...
red mosquisto by pearl jam...
   subsequently:
- nothingman
- indifference
    - rats
- red mosquito (****, i already mentioned
that song)
      - and some other,
out of the oeuvre...
   stray dogs, strangest tribe...

you know how long it took
me to find a radio station
that i finally bound myself
to not mind?
  20 ******* years...
go figure...

             but all the bands who
recongnised the bass guitar,
didn't fall foul with the rhythm
guitar,
  and the jerking off of
the solo: ***-ar?
         nice verberation...
the over-layer of the subtle rhythm
to the otherwise crass
expression of drums...
it's like some of these rock
bands, never bothered to listen
to the famous five of the jazz quintet
standard...

    you need bass man,
you can't over-compensate
with rhythm guitars, solos,
and vocals...
drums is not some background
noise,
and bass?
        bass smooths over
the drums...
rhythm guitar, solo,
and vocals are just additions,
to what desires a common
thread architecture of
substance...

        perfect example, again,
metallica:
you know how hard it is...
to pick up a bass guitar presence
in that band?
you'd have top, topping
being the deaf Beethoven...

now you can ask:
why would i write, something akin
to this?
   i've seen enough of masks,
to know what's genuine,
and what is merely façade...
   perfect, me? b'ah ha ha ha!
   yeah... like, maybe tomorrow,
in a decade's passing,
but not really...

             pristine people,
are only pristine,
depending on how they use
cutlery, or are able to fold
a napkin...
      flying a ******* kite is not
going to cut the basics of:
deviating from said *******...

any pervading allowance
of i.q. leaves you with one option,
to trust, always, and everyone,
until the one incident,
which makes you, subsequently,
trusting no one,
                   and never again...

i can only reason with honesty,
on an unsuspecting crowd...
the rest...
    settle for comment sections,
for sycophantic measures
of debate...
   i'm not better...
              only that...
              i know there's something
better to be had,
from this, allocated
meagre experience,
                     to begin with...
for one...
i do not understand the concept
of stray cats...
stray dogs: that, i can underatand
as a paradox, given their ontological
aherence...
but cats?
        cats are not exactly adherent
creatures...
       you must have seriously
treated a cat like ****,
                if they "became", stray.

i sometimes wish i could lie,
but then i wouldn't be drinking,
and if i weren't drinking...
wasting, so much time,
on a lie...
                 while succumbing
to an errosion of imagination,
for fakery?
personally? i rather drink...
and blah blah my way through
to the next day.