April 21, 2019
Leaving reality for a single night
An anticipated date
Two months in the making
Anxiety, a constant companion
One car fucked
The other -- slightly fucked
Not proper fucked
By the time I-25 ends
Feelings of optimism set in
30-minute walkabout in search of sustenance
To end up in the old familiar
Where the food is magnificent, as is the ambiance
Dash across the street
IDs presented — double whiskey in hand
Release
Kerry Pastine and her Crime Scene
Lighting up the stage as they always do
Inject my veins with that sweet rockabilly sound
The wallflower is in her element
So familiar from her youth
Every weekend spent
Kneeling in sweat-covered reverie
Before punk rock altars
Covered in sweet melodies
Screaming out rebellion, freedom, ecstasy
In musical creativity
Getting a hug from one of the most powerful and inspirational women I know
Meeting enthusiastic new allies in this thing we are titling life
Reconnecting with a musical fascination
The one that pulled his shit together
Who remains entirely prolific
And gives Mike Ness a run for his fucking money
An inspiration to all us old, tired and compromised punk kids
To not give up the fight
Love Rockets in pockets
Amidst Sad Cowboy Songs
Six string samurais
Where the belle of the ball is the bass player
With only four strings to win it all
Remembering all those times
In youthful desire
Wanting so badly to be on the arm
Of that punk rock boy
With a red electric strapped across his chest
But this time,
And all the times since 19
And all those to follow
His hand is already in mine
And he’s so fine
His blue eyes and waistcoat
I’m no longer the wallflower
Wishing for my punk rock boy
I’m alive
And he’s mine
And while this was a reprieve
From mundane reality
I know
He’s walking out with me
To return home
To that reality
And to return again
Hand in hand
To another night of punk rock revelry!
An anticipated date
Two months in the making
Anxiety, a constant companion
One car fucked
The other -- slightly fucked
Not proper fucked
By the time I-25 ends
Feelings of optimism set in
30-minute walkabout in search of sustenance
To end up in the old familiar
Where the food is magnificent, as is the ambiance
Dash across the street
IDs presented — double whiskey in hand
Release
Kerry Pastine and her Crime Scene
Lighting up the stage as they always do
Inject my veins with that sweet rockabilly sound
The wallflower is in her element
So familiar from her youth
Every weekend spent
Kneeling in sweat-covered reverie
Before punk rock altars
Covered in sweet melodies
Screaming out rebellion, freedom, ecstasy
In musical creativity
Getting a hug from one of the most powerful and inspirational women I know
Meeting enthusiastic new allies in this thing we are titling life
Reconnecting with a musical fascination
The one that pulled his shit together
Who remains entirely prolific
And gives Mike Ness a run for his fucking money
An inspiration to all us old, tired and compromised punk kids
To not give up the fight
Love Rockets in pockets
Amidst Sad Cowboy Songs
Six string samurais
Where the belle of the ball is the bass player
With only four strings to win it all
Remembering all those times
In youthful desire
Wanting so badly to be on the arm
Of that punk rock boy
With a red electric strapped across his chest
But this time,
And all the times since 19
And all those to follow
His hand is already in mine
And he’s so fine
His blue eyes and waistcoat
I’m no longer the wallflower
Wishing for my punk rock boy
I’m alive
And he’s mine
And while this was a reprieve
From mundane reality
I know
He’s walking out with me
To return home
To that reality
And to return again
Hand in hand
To another night of punk rock revelry!
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