COLE, BUT YELL IT!

THE BLOODY FINGERS. THE FUCKING BIKE CLUB. bikes.mopeds.junk yards.hotrods.partys.secretspots.preparing to become a fugative of the law......................................................... ............................................................ ............................................................ .........................................................."L osers, crybabies and unsettled souls love to blame St. Louis for their frustrations, as though something as nebulous as a city could be held responsible for a human being’s unhappiness. “Everything would be better if I were in (enter name of hipper city here). There’s so much more action there. I’ve got my choice of two dozen vegetarian restaurants, hundreds of international markets. Amazing shows every night! A rock scene. An art scene. House and techno scenes. An amazing theater scene. Hotter boys. Sexier girls. Get this: (insert hip city here) has a store devoted only to Asian incense! Weird!..The losers await something, some other place, some “better” place, tapping their toes, blindfolded, while they save cash to get the hell out of this ’burg. That ain’t living. That’s waiting. And when you’re waiting for something, you’re living for nothing, because you can’t touch the future.. We, the winners, live in St. Louis, We’re looking, eyes agaze and hearts ablaze, because we know it’s here and that kindred spirits both known and unknown also understand the secret of St. Louis, appreciate the tension between St. Louis’ past and its future. If you wanna go, don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out; it just opens more doors for those of us who are staying, those of us with the creativity to accept the challenge to build something." - stolen from somewhere