Band: the Coughs
Venue: the empty bottle
Cost: free
Date: 12/9/04
free noise in the hipster mecca brings everyone togethor
the annoying celebs lauded by their friends in the newsprint rags
i've pored over from bus stop to bus stop
broke bread with the gentlemen dumpster divers
who aided in the development of a young lab rat
learning how to sow his oats at Columbia College a 20th of a century ago
of course there was no bread
on the business end of Bite
so everyone had to agree on pabsts and honeybrowns
when an old hipster staple
worried he'd blown his load at 21
started lamenting he was 'lost'
i suggested we burn the place down and marvel
at the pretty blues reds and yellows
the kind of fire gods make when they dance
scorching the soil for rebirth
(of course i don't have a fireplace
this holiday season)
and
(of course nobody dances at the empty bottle)
the place was crawling
i was surrounded by,
contributing to
one
massive
collective
bad haircut
and i mentioned it many times
because i didn't have anything else to say
(and)
thought it
clever
all in all
the band was neither as good nor as bad as i
was/had
warned/hoped
but
erred on the side of good
the people who like to jump were juming,
the people who always stand still stood just so
sarah bought me beer and held my hand
it will be 2005 soon
Friday, December 10, 2004
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