Aloke - mp3 review
September 25th, 2007 r8e8rcomJust picked Casey up from school and on the train ride back some weird homeless guy kept interrupting our conversation and yelling, “everyone drinks alcohol now. Used to do PCP, then they did crack, now everyone drinks alcohol”, while chugging some kind of foul smelling canned beer in a paper bag. Now, is it just me or does everyone find it extremely hard not to stare at the crazy phantom talkers on the subway? Its like I want look at them so bad to see if they are just spouting soliloquies or if they’re actually gesturing toward some unseen figure that only their mind’s eye allows them to interact with. At the same time there’s the dreaded fear that they will catch your eye and try to pull you into their frenzied existence. There’s nothing worst than trying to communicate with their likes. It’s like trying to make sense out of a legalese, sure its in English, and sure there are some words you recognize, but what the fuck are they trying to say? And for some reason I can’t help but try to make sense of it. I hesitate to call the guy insane when in reality who is the more insane, the person spouting the nonsense, or the one constantly trying to make sense of it.
This is another pick via Trevor. See, Trevor got drunk one night and stumbled down to his neighborhood bar. He pulled himself up to the bar and ordered another whiskey and promptly passed out, head planted on the bar. He was awoken by a surprisingly well groomed hipster (an almost extinct breed these days) patting him on the back. Turned out to be the singer of Aloke. They stayed up all night and quickly became pals swapping drunken napkin scribbled lyric ideas and slurred melodies that were lost to the cloudy haze of their morning hang overs.
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