Notices on Douban, the entertainment site I use, can’t be trusted. It’s easy enough to figure out what music a band called ‘Deth Eater’ or any umlauted band plays, but something like ‘The Argies’, who played last week, is vague, and adjectives like ‘punk’ and a list of influences which includes The Clash are not all that helpful, more like hopeful. Fortunately, that was exactly what they were like, or an Argentinian version of The Clash, which meant that the Spanish parts of Should I Stay or Should I Go were better pronounced. You can argue for however long you wish about that song being a ‘real’ Clash song, I don’t care, it was great to hear it, along with others. Even with such a small audience, the band was enthusiastic and put on a good show. I had a great time and Edith did too, saying it was the best thing she had seen in GZ.
Almost every show I wonder how bands manage to tour this large country which has fewer venues than Canada and how the venues stay open since the crowds are usually tiny and the ticket prices laughable – about $9 CDN for entry and a beer.
That woman with the phone there? She sat near us and didn’t stop with that thing all night. She was tick-tacking away the entire time. Imagine the drummer’s expression. Imagine the hate he has in his eyes. Multiply it ten time and that’s what I felt. Hate and rage. I wanted to kill her. I would ask her just before I stove her head in, ‘Why the fuck are you here?’, which is the question I have for many people in the world, at least the people I want to kill, which are a good many, maybe 75% of everyone I see if I’m riding my bike home after a good workout – no, probably 95%. These people I am killing could never answer because they don’t know. They just are. Edith says I need to just relax, that people are like that. I say, no, I don’t. I say they need to learn to stay home or learn good manners or be prepared to die. I am right.