All of the sudden, we became clostrophobic. Those goddamn weasels closed in quick...those vicdictive, trendily depressed faces had gone completely pallid, sitting upstairs glaring at each other, too cool to drink beer, while the band played downstairs, and maybe three at a time would get wild...if the whining sufficiently repressed the rock...and would venture downstairs to posture themselves correctly in front of the band...an important band, everything is extremely important...they had to make sure they didn't look like they were having fun...a dead look of mild amusement, noses piercing the ceiling. They took many victims...cool kids, great people...and turned them against, well, everything that wasn't important. Hating each other. But they greeted each other with smiles and talked shit behind each others back. A mob of sorority bitches all dressed like little boys whose parents still laid their clothes out for them. They talk about important books they haven't read. Hipsters. Holier than thou Indie rockers. And they were fucking everywhere. Little Rock was gone long ago. They came in with the flood of white affluent locusts that had descended to turn F-town into another social whore. Now they were in our town, taking our bars. This is the realization that spawned an idea; complete upheaval, chaos. The monster became Genome Chomsky. After over ten years of harassing the native populace with all incarnations of punk rock n' roll, they immediately set out to slap the king of pretention in the face....and then the war ensued. They tried to appease the monster by inviting him into their house....and that was their final mistake. The beast brought the rock down like a firestorm, the brave ones (the ultra elites) stood wide eyed as they looked upon a giant pit of vipers thrashing at the haunches of the goat as his stomach slit open and the dead human fetus dropped to the floor in a pool of blood and beer.....at least, that is how they looked, that is what they saw. Something was terribly wrong. I looked down and saw fresh faces, different faces, not the dead, hornrimmed judging eyes....the kids are moving....I can see the hunger, they throw their arms around each other, none of them know each other's name...they thrash around, slinging beer, screaming lyrics they can't quite make out, but they feel it. They pick each other up.That was the end.United We Jam 2 will be July 28th at The Dart Room in Fayetteville. The show will be filmed for an upcoming DVD release featuring Charliehorse , Genome Chomsky and The OneUps . This will be the second in the United We Jam DVD series (DVD 1 has sold out) and admission will be just $5.00, so mark those calenders.
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