The other night we went to see not the Pink Floyd but Karma to Burn. for the umpteenth time, I must say, but my wife likes them so when they are nearby it's almost a duty, like the sales at the camper store.
Karma to Burn are raw and direct, I also think illiterate, alcoholic, and maybe cannibals. probably serial killers. surely they only have one guitar. this works in their favor - at least in my opinion - because those who flaunt twelve and then use one are, in my opinion, upstarts. and idiots.
Their lineup has changed. the previous bassist with the arrogant face who used to hit on you at the records & t-shirts stand is gone, and in his place is a lanky guy with very long dreadlocks who constantly gives the sensation not so much of being but of feeling out of place, out of context, and out of time (most). Maybe he'll come into his own.
The songs are unrecognizable because they are all the same. so the new bassist is in his element because he always plays the same note. my wife claims to recognize all of them by heart and quotes knowingly, saying "at the beginning, they played the same ones as last time." I nod, impressed. Both by the K2B’s lack of zest and by my wife’s auditory and mnemonic capacity. Lacking the stoned guys who spilled beer on us at the last concert, this time we had to content ourselves with a pair of loud American women trying in every way to start a long-distance (not much, about 35 centimeters) relationship with the artists, boasting a common passport. In return, they got a cigarette from the guitarist, which they then smoked around us for about two hours (how one cigarette lasted so long I don’t know, maybe it was magic; but with K2B, you never know).
As for the rest, a bit of boredom, not much excitement. maybe the sad Wednesday, what was it? I need to ask the toothpick in the guitarist's mouth if he had fun. I was so-so. My wife much more so, so much that she even made me steal the strip of paper where the bassist had written the setlist.
Since they were all numbers, we decided to play them in the lottery.
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