what ever did happen to my rock and roll anyways?

so after taking about all i could stomach of the Atlanta Hawks asskicking handed to them by the loathsome Boston Celtics and their fair weather fans, i ventured forth into the night and headed on down to the famous 40 watt to check out Black Rebel Motorcyle Club.
it'd been a number of years since last i saw the BRMC and i was glad to know that BRMC still stands very much for Bad Ripoff Mary Chain more than anything. they still got the all-black getups and stupid haircuts and the tunes to match. songs with lines like "suicides easy, what happened to the revolution " are on point with that image and they also still make up for the fact that they have zero charisma with smoke machines and strobe lights. the lights were so fuckin' bright that they damn near blinded me and the strobes sent me into fits of seizure. now i wouldn't say the BRMC boys are bad, honestly i kinda like their songs cuz they just sound like a couple of bands i already like anyway and you can make out to their music, which is always nice...but honestly they're the kinda band that you'd be better served to listen to on your own time in your car, in your ipod machine, or on the stereo. no need really to pay 15 bucks to watch 'em stand around like a couple of statues changin' guitars every other song and staring at their shoes. not that i'm complainin' or anything, i got in for free and a free show is a free show is a free show.
all in all the show last night felt weird because it's about 5 or 6 years since the last time i saw them and that was back when they were, i don't know the word for it, relevant maybe. seeing them last night in a half full room reminded me a lot of seeing a band like Teenage Fanclub late in their career who'd had an alternative rock hit in the early 90s and then stuck around way too damn long afterwards, never gettin' bigger than that first blast of popularity and out lasting their usefulness by nearly half a decade. but hey, that's the fucking game. some people can work it (sonic youth comes to mind) and others are lost and forgotten, still touring and putting out records and hoping against hope that their star might shine bright again, when we all know the damn thing already went supernova and they're turning into a black hole from which no amount of creativity and/or originality might ever escape again.

and don't think i don't recognize the irony in calling Celtics fans fairweather when i am rooting for the fucking Hawks...a franchise that i could honestly care less about.