I think I went to more indie clubs
I miss them. I miss the sticky, receding carpet and the anglular goths dancing to system of a down, plastic glasses of cider and bitter, dark dancefloors and ultra violet lights illuminating everyone's teeth and my hair, and moshing until closing time and dancing to the silly end song. And then the realisation of the skankiness around us as the lights went up and we were just sweaty, black clad 20somethings with dripping hair surrounded by dead plastic glasses and trampled fag butts.
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sat 30 Jun 2012, 21:07, Reply)