Its depressingly all too apparent how predictable everything is in existance. Upon hearing about the poor turnout at the Bane show in Norwich whilst i was half way across the World i wasn't shocked. I'm also not suprised that I, in accordance, don't want to return home to this sorry state of affairs where half the 'kids' think they're too cool and half of them are too busy trying to be 'too cool' to turn up.
I'm not theoretically blowing my own scene-dedicated trumpet, i just think when a band as good (shut the fuck up if you make out you don't like them) as Bane get a turn out of 30 people in a place as central as Norwich i'm allowed to disrespect the people who think they have better things to do yet want to be someone's best friend if the 'in thing' is around a couple months later. If it sounds like i'm slurring my words and making no sense, this doesn't apply to you. But a lot of people know what i'm talking about and can thus understand why my current World-position is uncompromisable, i will with all my heart to stay here forever. Not because of the sunshine, the food or the still thriving contents of my purse, but because i don't feel let down or like i'm not worthy of those who are just too good to support their local scene.
In other news i'm going to orange county tonight and can't wait, intending to watching batman, hit up every show going from Wednesday onwards and eat my weight in cheese burgers. I want to find and not be found, watch and not be watched, exist but not be existing. This mind-relapse came in sunshine-state packaging.
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