Back In The Day

Went to the Cruxshadows and Belle Morte show at TT’s, all set for a nostalgia-filled evening, to marvel at the ten-years-later where-are-we-now –ness of it. Jesus, ten years ago. I was totally blown away by those bands at ManRay, they were some of the best entertainers I’d ever seen on a goth stage, and I liked their music a lot too, enough to pick up the CDs at the merch table. And now here we are, oh god how we’ve changed, in ways large and small, inside and out. For one, I’m not really into Cruxshadows or Bella Morte any more. Their sound has changed a bit; I don’t think they’re bad bands at all, what they sound like now is just not to my taste, I don’t find it as interesting, as compelling as when I heard them back in the day. All ages show, lots of kids there who were really into it, which is totally great. But, if you’ll allow another nostalgic comparisons: I think we dressed better back then. The outfits we used to wear, the clothes, the hair, the makeup, we were fabulous. Kids now, they look gothy but it’s kind of an uninspired, Hot Topic look, you know? So here I am, saying kids today are listen to crap music and wear crap clothes. That’s a pretty much a universal sentiment passed down throughout all of humanity since the dawn of time. I imagine Thak and Oog talking over mugs of sabretooth tiger blood:

“The music kids listen to today, it doesn’t have any heart, the feeling of the stuff we used to listen to.”
“Yeah, man, all synth-pop crap – all the bashing rocks with sticks. I don’t mind some Rock, mind you, but it’s no substitute for grunts and hoots and real lyrical content.”
“Ain’t it the truth. And what that hell are those kids wearing? All those feathers, and what is that, trilobite carapace? Shit looks ridiculous.”
“Totally, dude. Sometime I jazz up my mammoth fur with something a little cyber, you know, plesiosaur teeth or whatnot. But I don’t wear fucking insects.”