skytigerfilms:
It was one of those long languid days like a dry mouthed hangover kiss in the morning before you’ve had the ambition to get out of bed to get water. Water can you make me a glass of water you say it how you would ask for a coffee. We dibble we dabble we chitter chatter scatter arrange ourselves into the shape of the day and dress for a warm winter night of 6 degrees. The first day of January new year cheer in our pockets as a mask against the awkward silence of meeting and greeting new band members and hanger-onner-groupies who won’t even give you a blowjob or cop a feel of their tit until you offer them the world in a heart shaped tin. It didn’t even matter. We made our way there in two stetsons three levis and a dream filled raccoon jacket. Arrive and drink and cheers again and kiss kiss hellos and happy new years which are always more heartfelt then the obligatory did you have a good xmas. Just then I caught a glimpse through the crowd. A girl no a woman no something in between edged her way onto stage. Wide eyed and innocent but with a glint of attitude sassing from her hip swing stride. In my head I named her Glitter Bomb and she took to the drum kit in a well composed rage. Yeah the band was good for a don’t take ourselves too seriously Ramones cover band and tight but way too much time in between songs and a little too much wig tugging for my liking. So there I was cradling my beer with as much strength as a newborn and she made her way in my direction to the bar with a quick nod and a that was really good from me she smiled and said well you should stick around and see the next band. So I did. And so did everyone else. Wide eyed and gobsmacked by a chemistry that hit the room build up bang out pure emotion devotion and passion expressed by the eyes between a lone guitarist with half fixed eyes on the crowd telling stories from a heart of pain and backed up by the clump thump bump bang tap thrash of Glitter Bomb on the drums. She wild eyed stares with her mouth half open while he’s story tellin’ spoken to a crowd of campfire kids. He’s part Nick Cave part Cobain and a twist of Jack White and then some. She’s Fabienne from Pulp Fiction with a dollop of the chick from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs unawares of her own magnetism. All I can say is you have to see it with your own eyes feel the rhythm in your own thighs cos the money is a pay rise and it’s only going up..….
