Who wants to be Dead, Bad and Black?

Fairies Wear Boots, Shout at the Devil, Last Child and Welcome to the Jungle... What do they have in common? Well other than being classically awesome stomp your feet and pump your fist tracks; my day, that's what. Yes, today was the day I tore shit up. I didn't actually tear anything, I mostly did home things but the soundtrack was killer! Steaming blouses and dresses to the likes of Mötley Crüe and Black Sabbath makes the task much more tolerable. You can also use the steam hose thing as a microphone. Points for creativity, yes?

Sometimes I wonder if I am ageing early. I look at the current music on my iPod and the thing is full of folk music and mellow indie stuff. When did this happen? When did I stop going head first into mosh pits and cranking Fugazi until my speakers crackled? I was at a Bad Religion show a year or so ago and I was quite happy sitting on the grass on a blanket watching from afar. I did try to get in there and throw myself about in a wild frenzy but I grew tired and sore quickly. A far cry from the last Bad Religion show that ended with me breaking my wrist in a fist fight with some chick that kept elbowing me in the face.

What next? Evenings spent in front of the tube watching reality TV because other people's pathetic lives are more interesting than my own? An array of Reader's Digest mags in the bathroom? Boiled potatoes and hammered steak for dinner? Do I need to start buying shares in the Depends and/or Metamucil corporations? How about anti-wrinkle creams? Do those things actually work? I have only just started using real moisturiser, one for day, one for night, instead of baby lotion. Now what?

I must stop this RIGHT NOW! It is time to do a 50/50 split on the iPod. Half mellow folksy music and the other half losemymindwhilebangingmyheadaround music. Ministry, Soundgarden, Pavement, Dead Kennedys,  Headstones, NOFX, Caliban, The Damned and my personal favourite Bad Brains.

It's time to start reliving my youth... flannel, size forty corduroy pants and twenty hole Doc Marten boots; maybe go to the local high school and smoke weed in the smoke pit, quit my job and work at Subway.. Alright, alright..I'll just stick to the music and the boots. Fair?

This was not Halloween

Looking at these two pictures, one is forced to wonder how I ever got laid....