Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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80 !<br />
“We’re back, aren’t we? We took ‘em somewhere awhile, then we brought ‘em back.<br />
Here we are.”<br />
“Should we not come back?”<br />
“You’re the Artist. I just hit my skins cuz I like loud shite.”<br />
“Bollocks!”<br />
“Don’t turn Brit on me, Torment! I’ve got enough to deal with here.”<br />
“Grey, what are you talking about?”<br />
He smiles. “I know all about this, mate. I had long hair once too.”<br />
“Where, your nose?”<br />
“My band wasn’t called the Motherfuckers at first.”<br />
“A new story?? Twenty-five years in the band & you have a new story.”<br />
“I saved it.”<br />
“What was it called?”<br />
“Pasquale here has the right idea. We called it Soma UK.”<br />
“Soma?”<br />
“Yah. Soma. All that Injun shite. Rig bleeding Veda. We drank the swill & are gods.<br />
That was Barnacle.”<br />
“Who? <strong>The</strong>re was no Barnacle in your band!”<br />
“He left. Split. Gone. Not a word. Not even a decent suicide to give us a myth to<br />
exploit.”<br />
“Soma UK?”<br />
“It was only a few months. We sucked. Eating fungus & playing the moonlight.<br />
Balling drunken hippy chicks looking for our stash.”<br />
“Playing the moonlight? Sounds familiar.”<br />
“We weren’t any good, Gretta-bird. Imagine doing what we do badly. I loved<br />
Barnacle but he didn’t belong in a band.”<br />
“Why Barnacle?”<br />
“He stuck to ya. You knew he was trouble, but he hung on & you got used to him. I<br />
hated when he left. But then I turned my mates onto the Pistols & Clash & Dolls &<br />
Stooges & we found powder & new wave shag & off we went. Never talked about it. Never<br />
looked back.”<br />
“Why tonight?”<br />
He shakes his balding head. “Dunno. I just think we’re going where he wanted to go.<br />
But Soma UK wasn’t any good.”<br />
“You think we’ll get there?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y had better get out of our way while we blow through.”<br />
Everyone laughs. It’s OK the music is over for the night. <strong>The</strong>y’ll be back. It never<br />
really stops.<br />
Someone walks up with a pipe & a smile. Another builds up the fire again. <strong>The</strong><br />
hours continue.<br />
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