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Just Wearing Black Won't Take Care of That
February 21, 2004, 9:27 p.m. So this evening, for want of anything better to do, I met up with Ellie in the city, to see her off to the Bowie concert with her ex. As well as the Bowie concert, tonight A Perfect Circle were playing, bringing out all the hardcores. (Now, when you say hardcore [which is always italicised] you have to make a fist with either hand, pound your chest twice quickly, and then extend you arm. Don’t ask, just do. Any arrhythmia or death [due to hitting your chest between heartbeats] resulting is purely coincidental.) Anyway, the hardcores. I saw one guy who was so hardcore that he littered (gasp!) and then jay-walked (shock! horror!). Why do they wear the t-shirt of a different band when they go to concerts? And what’s with the facial hair? I saw one with a curly-ended mo. And the black? Are these people all so woeful at colour co-ordination that they cop out this way? I saw a guy dressed as a mime! Aww, I shouldn’t pick on the hardcores. They try so hard. And I think they really believe in it, and that’s rare these days. Anyway (I use that word too much). I saw a guy who looked like Billy Boyd today. And Ellie and I scared two girls out of Sushi Train by talking about what star-signs we thought the characters from the Lord of the Rings would be (we are so hardcore). Oh, and some kids threw a rock at my bus. They got the colour scheme right, but the size was a bit off if they were going for a police car. Or perhaps they were going for a bus, but I’m not sure what sort of a protest statement that is supposed to make. Public transport is the enemy? Buses take money away from hard-working cabbies? Maybe they just thought it'd make 'em hardcore.
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