missed Toad's Place show
Toad's Place, a venue in New Haven, Connecticut, books new music as well as select retro acts. ps and her band gigged there on the 23rd of February.
i made the trip from south Jersey to New Haven to visit friends and to take in her show. we didn't make it, though. a nostalgic "alas," sigh, "oh well." but what are memories for if not to take the place of missed come-back performances?
did we really want to know what she's "like" now? clearly, not enough.
can ps now even begin to follow up ps then? even though she'll be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on the 12th, a sort of punk icon, one of the guys now as well as then, she's 70s not millennial.
that's one reason: the second reason relates -- the audience? who wants to clap (politely) and sing (misremembered words) and perform clicking arthritic movements passing for dancing with others struggling to call up teenage gusto just for the night?
the third reason, perhaps the most important, that bitch who always thought she was too cool to be cool, who'd down five straight-ups one after the other on top of an extra dose of anti-psychotics, whose five trips to the derm left her with an unrepentent chin flap and no niptuck remedy, she'll be there for sure, swinging fists, kicking chairs, throwing girls across the room. who wants to defile perfectly raunchy -- but with an artsy swish -- flashbacks with the bullyish antics of a senescent police magnet, who never got it that punk wasn't violent.
i made the trip from south Jersey to New Haven to visit friends and to take in her show. we didn't make it, though. a nostalgic "alas," sigh, "oh well." but what are memories for if not to take the place of missed come-back performances?
did we really want to know what she's "like" now? clearly, not enough.
can ps now even begin to follow up ps then? even though she'll be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on the 12th, a sort of punk icon, one of the guys now as well as then, she's 70s not millennial.
that's one reason: the second reason relates -- the audience? who wants to clap (politely) and sing (misremembered words) and perform clicking arthritic movements passing for dancing with others struggling to call up teenage gusto just for the night?
the third reason, perhaps the most important, that bitch who always thought she was too cool to be cool, who'd down five straight-ups one after the other on top of an extra dose of anti-psychotics, whose five trips to the derm left her with an unrepentent chin flap and no niptuck remedy, she'll be there for sure, swinging fists, kicking chairs, throwing girls across the room. who wants to defile perfectly raunchy -- but with an artsy swish -- flashbacks with the bullyish antics of a senescent police magnet, who never got it that punk wasn't violent.
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