I have never taken acid and I don't ever want to.
Sam and I went to the worst gig last night. It was the last night of Vietnam's residency at Scenic, we caught the support band who were self-conciously lingering around on the stage before their set in a really annoying manner. To their credit they were fit (as Sam pointed out) but having lyrics like "from the wrong side of the tracks, they're ain't no going back" made me want to sit down and drink water. They were like a 'New Look' version of Kings of Leon, or like being in H+M trying to find the shiny trendy clothes you saw in the window but realising everything in there is a cheap generic rip-off.
Then Vietnam came on and at first they sounded good albeit slow. Then, eventually it was like Fresher's week from hell.
Imagine taking acid with some people you just met in halls and they suggest going to some girl's house who turns out to be this crushed-velvety stoner hippy. Her walls are covered in scary ethnic fabric, with half-dead plants everywhere; she has the worst drony stoner rock on repeat on her stereo and she is making you smoke bongs while she waves incense around and takes poppers. Your body feels like concrete but your head is going insane with screaming voices and it feels like you've been sitting there silently on her rag rug for six years.
Thats what Vietnam were like.
Then Vietnam came on and at first they sounded good albeit slow. Then, eventually it was like Fresher's week from hell.
Imagine taking acid with some people you just met in halls and they suggest going to some girl's house who turns out to be this crushed-velvety stoner hippy. Her walls are covered in scary ethnic fabric, with half-dead plants everywhere; she has the worst drony stoner rock on repeat on her stereo and she is making you smoke bongs while she waves incense around and takes poppers. Your body feels like concrete but your head is going insane with screaming voices and it feels like you've been sitting there silently on her rag rug for six years.
Thats what Vietnam were like.
posted by ms_moron at
2:03 am
1 Comments:
You never know, this could actually be some very sophisticated social experiment. Acid, stoner hippy, scary ethnic fabric, plants, drony stoner rock on repeat, incense, physical pain, screaming voices - this all sounds like a Vietnam vet's scary nightmare/wetdream to me.
By the way, if you get the chance to see Wim Wender's new film Land of Plenty, you might want to try it out. It's flawed in many ways, but it's an interesting take on contemporary America (partly through the eyes of a Vietnam vet).
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