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Rating: History of Human Races Part One - Of Punks, Metalheads, and Failed Posers.
I've been walking around with 5 points on my forehead for a few years now (I had found someone angrier than me), and I didn't even remember it anymore. But then trends change, and I became trendy. The new thing is called Scarification, and the best ones are done at Eclipse on Camden High Street (implants, transplants, scalping, and much more - for those interested, 200 pounds and you take home a brand new scar). I went there with Lucia, a girl from Milan that I like a lot - but she doesn't understand me. Another trend is Punk Words; if you send a message to 88100, you get a reply like "YOU CUNT IN THE FILTH OF THE SCUM YOU FUCK" (the number of 'fuck's varies), and you pay 50 pence and memorize. In Camden Town, the punks are terrifying - they never have money for Scarification, so you see 2-3 of them fighting with mohawks every day. But Lucia, even though she's a bit gothic, is cute, and when we go to concerts, she always gets scared by how I'm dressed and how much I know more than she does. She says we're just two romantic heroes but then gets embarrassed and calls me a poser, and meanwhile, two Chinese punks are brawling in the disabled toilet.
History of Human Races Part Two - Of Post-Rock, Aging Metalheads, and Depressed Posers.
I don't tell Lucia that I'm going to see Mark Kozelek at 7 - for heaven's sake - so I go with Fabio, a German guy who plays in a band called Suez, who years ago opened for Starsailor, The The, 3ColoursDown, Rialto, and various races. They'd been called by Independiente and Rough Trade but were always sent home; a couple of years later, he came to be a poser with me.
On stage, guitar and voice Mark Kozelek plays for almost 2 hours, and I can only think that we're two failed heroes, because heroes die young and beautiful, but if they're failures, they accompany you once more; or maybe we're just two failed posers, and who knows. And who cares if the singer of Red House Painters seems to have been playing the same song for 15 years, and who cares if women who listen to such depressing stuff are frankly a bit dowdy. When all this ends, I say goodbye to Bart and go to the Motorhead concert at the Forum, and even though I already know some metalheads without money will come instead of going to Eclipse, Lucia will come, and she won't understand me even today. But I show off the 5 points and make myself look good in the women's restroom since the disabled one is always occupied.
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