don’t get me wrong, it isn’t as though i disbelieve in community, but i
am highly disagreeable with mainstream thought as i feel i have been
sold-out by the nationally-endorsed educational system in power since it
was first established and remains the very same repetition of
information until the freethinker has to drop-out sooner than later…
however, this is only the lead-in segue to my tale, and this is thanks
to all the people involved and credited to making my good time possible…
let us begin Here, A-boy contacted my love through this internet
contraption and its accompanying software with Email connection, but
this leads me to enlighten you as to the start of this groovy
relationship between us all as well… we had met A-boy at the Nny Ppy
show in the warehouse at the height of drunken complexes unwieldy on my
part, she remembers distracted anxiety alert in the ballroom there, but
it was certainly more intense at a later date when we met A-boy again at
the oHgr show held at the same place… this is where we all shared our
interest for the industrial music scene initially, late in the night
separated by time and space after everything had closed, but the waking
luxury accented our real freedom even more after the bullshit… again, we
see the Nny Ppy at this venue with usual souvenirs bought, but with a
distinct lack of discombobulation enough to reach out and see them
further out in another city… the variation of interior and atmosphere
made all the difference in comparison with the previous place, and A-boy
was a completely alright soul to get to know sitting to the wee hours
in a drunk madness, especially in lieu of all confusion in after party
shenanigans that only cEvin participated in… it is Here that we find the
flag interlude where i vaguely explain my gifting process, in the
course of meeting one of the two Kevins after the oHgr show was when the
courage hit to give him the flag i had created with the help of my
workplace, and i bought the materials and the pattern i made and handed
it to Kevin at the same time my lovely handed him the beautiful Gnosis I
book… flash forward to the above mentioned after party where the other
one of the two Kevins was personally, but perhaps i am mildly mistaken
where i gave him the other flag, and this is the ‘cool’ detail i find…
Kevin (oHgr) has the sewn applique nylon 2foot by 3foot flag with the
recent logo for the group, while Kevin (Key) has the solvent print 2foot
by 3foot flag on flag material where the elder ‘SP’ logo stands askew
from the newly revised ‘SP’ logo with the band name underneath, and he
says that he has it in storage and not out “in flight” after i asked
where it was “flying”… okay, so A-boy is in knee-deep in the scene, and
gives my love updates on what comes our way… the last one before this
one was with cEvin, spybey and western, and it was Here that we got our
souvenirs autographed… hmm, and it could also be the place i gave Key
his flag or not, not sure really right now… well, A-boy came into our
neck of the woods and gave us a lift to the Numbers outing cEvin
appeared at this time, but it seems no one got paid at all for that gig i
learned later on… tough break because A-boy was tremendous with his
skills between all the various personalities, but i believe it took a
recognition on all of our parts for it to have worked out as such a
meeting as it did, though enough of this crap spew waste from my
fettered mind on to the tissue of the issue… the four of us get there
after the emo band, and we stand there against the wall watching twin
grand-span screen televisions that vary channels, she and i began
drinking at this point… the dance was on and what began with one
spinning gothic lad soon became a large mass, but i restrained myself to
head-bobbing and foot-tapping until the real performance later in the
night, and as the club closed up its doors… A-boy was busied with
getting great footage as he was renowned for between my love and i as we
get out very little, and it was because he aided the performers with
finding hotel accommodations for the night that i believe we met cEvin
Key in person, it still gets me really something weird inside… i was
very envious of his herb stash waving right in front of me within
minutes of handing him my tri-bass logo in black adhesive vinyl, and my
question was answered again within minutes of a back and forth between
backstage and dressing room where talk of papers were passed around by a
vinyl-clad mistress who remains unrecognized to this day, he was very
kind and there were dual instances where we could have hung out longer
that didn’t work out… i guess we were still standing in the
fan-dumbstruck dimension as we sat listening with deaf ears to the album
Key put out years ago that i bought that night, smoking the last of our
herb laughing about what we would be doing with cEvin right then at the
hotel, and our friend A-boy and everyone else involved that was never
met nor named in this conversational affair made the more magical of
quaint slight connections between artist-music-audience…
