So Erik P. told a story last night. About the first time he felt the call of responsibility, appropriate adult decision making. He was out drinking, and it was already 1am and people wanted him to go to this other bar, other party, prolonging the fun. And EP had something to do the next day, and it was already late, so he declined and went home. And that's where "Nomad's Revolt" stems from: at what point do you start acting grown-up without realizing it?
After this explanation, a guy behind me yells "That was the most un-rock-and-roll story ever!", and the audience agreed and nodded their heads to Erik's lameness. But it's interesting that this was EP's second show that night, the first one was all ages, and probably very rowdy and sweaty. The one I saw cost me ten fucking dollars, in this trendy bar that didn't have any real beer. And I mean, nothing in a can; local beers only, cheapest was three dollars. There were candles on the tables. Didn't all of us old fuckers opt for the comfortable show, where no one was going to dance into us or
I've just felt recently that many of the revolutionaries/partiers/don't give a fuck people I've known have slammed on the brakes. Rough housing and shenanigans are taboo, and I am seen as the immature loser, who's trying to relive some other repressed time period. As if we're SO OLD. Listen, if I've got another 60 years on my life, and I'm already deemed too old to do certain things then tell me what a 23 year old girl should be doing. I just haven't abandoned that spirit, just because I'm not in college anymore. Where does it say that it's only OK to be ridiculous and spontaneous and rowdy if you're in school. I'd agree it was a lot easier, but my understanding of anarchic life is that coming home from work and waiting for the next pre-planned activity coming up in the month is not fulfilling or stimulating in any way. I don't need an event as an excuse to hang out! Let's just see what happens!
Is pleasure too dangerous??
So with that in mind, I'm leaving Philly to go back to Binghamton for two months so that I can return to the Adirondack mountains and drive a boat all summer. Some people back home will decide I've failed at Philadelphia by moving back, but it's what I need to do to get where I want: Long Lake!
And please don't think I'm targeting a specific person, I'm really not. I'm not even that mad. I just want everyone to have a good time. And keep the good times coming. We've still got a long way to go!
"Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks,
try to keep us from acting our age. We swore we'd
carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
But now can you believe who's a mother, and that
so-and-so's cut off their dreads"
After all, the nomads are settling down :(