I probably should be careful about titles. Any more “gimmie”s and I’ll be over with Darby Crash, and, yeah, the namecheck is disturbing to me too. But, as my punk aficionados are no doubt already aware, there is a reason for the Pepsi-ness here.
“Institutionalized” was before my time–sort of. How about before my punk time? I’ve been trying to remember when I first crossed paths with ST–I’m fairly certain that it was during the “How Will I Laugh Tomorrow…” period, though the first image that stands out for me is this one, from “You Can’t Bring Me Down.” I do recall that my first complete recording of ST was “How Will I Laugh,” and it was a copy dubbed off a CD (I think) by my best friend CR, shortly before some hideous teen falling out or another. I listened to that tape until it’s untimely demise at the hands (?) of my mother’s Pontiac.
Ah, the good old days.
I never really expected to see ST live, though I wanted to, so I was delighted to see them on the Orion lineup last weekend. I swear–barring the dude’s arm in the way–does it get more Mike Muir than this? Dude has so fucking much energy.
I started this post in July–and then didn’t write another word. And not writing, as I’ve shared before, is not a great sign for me. I kept hearing that truth in different ways, but last night a friend’s pain drove it home.
Write or die. Get the words out of my head and in front of my eyes or they remain shadows that can be dismissed. I recognize how dramatic that sounds, but it is as accurate as I know how to be.
I’ve rearranged my title again–couldn’t let go of the truth of the disease, and particularly in light of the recent news of a new non-pathology (I love when the stuff in my head gets named! /snark) and the continuing struggles with chronic fatigue and its assorted foolishness. But it’s beautiful, dammit.
I know I’m sick again/who’s gonna be my friend when I freak out?”
So back to the navel-gazing. And, as an act of contrition (and also truth, since I tend to forget how bad things get. I do the euphoric recall thing about everything), I’m going to make myself record my most recent disease-borne adventure in food, having been recently ordered to exclude:
- Dairy (allergic)
- Wheat (sensitive)
Which left me wondering what I can still eat. Seriously. What do I eat for breakfast, having lived on oatmeal? And is this the excuse to eat Brussels sprouts more often, to my family’s great horror? I’m also very, very grateful again to Isa Chandra Moskowitz and the Post-Punk Kitchen, where I’ve been getting my Gluten-free recipe suggestions for a while now (vegan cooking allows me to not worry about at least two of the above).
One thing is certain, Pepsi is not on the list of consumables.
Does that destroy any punk cred I might have had?
[ST was awesome, of course, BTW. Fucking awesome. As was Avenged, but that’s a story for another day.]