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And as far as being apolitical I get you. Shit didn't really get bad till about a decade ago. Everything was moving up until they started pushing hard for identity politics because they were losing control of the masses. What you were doing was helping then lose that control.
Yeah. I've thought that as well. I was a tool of debauchery. Of degeneracy. And it's partly true. It would be super hard to get back into now, partly for that reason. But on the other hand, there are TONS of struggling artists trying to get by just being true and honest. Just like then, really. But I was not picky - they could have been total antifa, and if they pulled a decent paying crowd, they'd get half the door just the same as anyone else. And free beers and dinner if they wanted it.
Damn, our cook made some great steaks at that place. Weird tricks I should actually try to reproduce, now that I think of it. He'd put a frozen steak on the grill, with an ice cube on it, and put a lid over it. I thought that was weird... but I was a vegetarian then, so what the fuck did I know. Honestly, I just lived to find a way to ride the canyons on my motorcycle at every possible opportunity. Good times. Sucks how that flatbed flattened that bike. And my cranium. But it paid well, I guess...
I think you were helping people be alive and normal. Being realistic and based doesn't mean you can't have fun and it doesn't mean you can't party and it doesn't mean you can't get weird and it doesn't mean you can't accept people who are different than you. Thats the whole point - to judge someone based on their character.
The problem was when they couldn't turn us into zombies anymore they turned all the youngish ones on the internet into identity politics nazis. They turned our kids against us. And we let em.
Thanks.
And I do believe I was firmly out of business well before shit got anywhere near as stupid as it is now. And we booked a show at the Whiskey a Gogo to pay for repairs for my wife's Cadillac hearse. Nothing like throwing benefit show for yourself, and seeing is succeed magnificently!
I got that car running like a champ. What a great car. Cadillac forgot how to make cars after the 60s, but boy did they know how to make 'em then! That thing was like being on a comfy couch going 100mph down the highway. Sad how it ended, but that's WAY another story... but it DID make me loathe "brown pride" more than I might have otherwise. [that got tagged on it parked in the shitty part of LA we were in well after this point of time. But that period of time still stands out as an exceptional failure in our collected memory, for a myriad of reasons].
I lost my '66 Corvair Corsa around the same time at that same place. And that thing was epic. I had even tuned all four of it's carburrettors quite nicely... but stopping for old ladies in a crosswalk was a death sentence for such a machine in that time and place. And yet, I digress once again!
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