We Took Mystery Drugs and Saw Soft Moon
I had a weird thought: what if this is the closest anyone in my generation will get to ever seeing Joy Division? Maybe that's why Ian Curtis offed himself: no one danced at his shows. Then again, it was least easy to groove to The Soft Moon, which felt like crosses between a k-hole and ego death. It was the right way to end the night and afterward, I could tell I wasn't the only one on a different wavelength. I met a kid with Hofmann-inspired chemical structures tattooed on his arm. Perfect. Maybe there is hope for us.
Last Night: Soft Moon, Maserati, Underground Cities, Aon at Crescent Ballroom
The Crowd: I swear it was like the afterlife, only instead of meeting all the people I've known that died, I was with every single fan who's ever worn a Joy Division t-shirt.
Overheard: On the light rail, my friend shared a video with me of a crazy woman who claimed Satan roamed the streets during the day but he was a vampire and therefore couldn't hurt her until nighttime. If you see a fat woman dressed in sweatpants smoking a cigarette on the light rail, tell her that Satan isn't actually after her and that she's safe. You'll be doing someone a favor. Also, without being prompted, someone showed me pictures of their guy friend dressed in lingerie. That was an eyebrow raiser. I hope that counts as "overheard."
Mea Culpa: My photos are all fuzzy because I was trying to understand this filter I was using in the dark and I suck. I sort of like the effects anyway, because it gives a better representation of my night.
Personal Bias: Be safe. Don't take random pills. Even if MDMA is safer than riding horses according to the government, drink lots of water so you don't experience massive organ failure and die. Thank you.