this is my theory
that on any given night
anywhere
on the planet
ok, wait,
it doesn’t have to be night. it could be day. this theory is that
one, you, me them, we could experience the fucking most rockingest
band ever.
right then, right now.
tonight.
in winnipeg.
in ghent.
in moscow.
and this theory came to me,
when in my 20s i road tripped often with fellow music geek freaks, to
the mecca of then, minneapolis minnesota
and there we went to the 7th street entry and saw a band, that, alas
is no more and so few would even care to remember
i think they were from mass, or somewhere in the northern eastern us
lands
and that night
in my twenties, in the 7th street entry, perhaps 100 people
experienced the realness the surrealness of a band that reminded me
of lloyd cole and the commotions and PoppEd into our collective
unconsciousnesses like strawberry ice cream on the hottest day of the
year…
me and my geek freak music friends bought their vinyl and swore an
oath to make them Immmense
o that they never were
but on that night
they proved my theory
and conversely, i developed another theory
the converse law of greatness
that is to say on any given night, or day, anywhere here there or
everywhere
one can experience the worst shite band ever known to humanity
there are two such bands now playing in winnipeg
i am sad to say, to write, to report.
i will not name them. for they are human. and dream of being
beautiful and loved for their music.
they are wretched. and puke worthy. slime goo.
so, if on a night
or a day
you feel the greatness
or sicken at the inateness
of gutter poo
remember this
it is good to see the best and the worst of music
so that you will know what the mediocre is.
