Sounds like a good name for a punk band, no?  Maybe Owesie's Attack Packets?  I have this scrawled on my arm to remind me what my main mission this weekend is.  It's a lot duller than it sounds.  I've decided to hunt down everybody who owes us money and get the proof printed out so there's no confusion.  I don't like being a bill collector, but it's gotta be done.
    I realized tonight that when I began looking around Red Bank, what I was really looking for was something like the Gus' Charlottesville.  I was looking for a kinda flip-side underground funky something-or-other culture.  What am I looking for?
    Well, I posted to Daveworld a little about the "rave culture" such at it is, and what it's supposed to be about, but of course (it seems) the original culture is hard to find anymore, because the whole "rave" thing is getting inundated by the trendies and others who aren't really into it for the music and dance but just for getting fucked up with their friends.  Another factor eating at it is the advent of huge parties that are really massive commercial endeavors, big expensive gigs with pre-announced locations and flyers that are enormous and intricate.  I had an email conversation with a friend about this, then thought about it later, in Red Bank, in the Broadway Diner over a gyro.  The realization was that I'm not so much looking for a spiritual experience.  I'm not looking for musical nirvana.  I'm not really even looking for the Peace Love Unity Respect vein.  I want these for me and for everybody, but that's not the thrust of the adventure.  I think I'm really looking for people like me:  too old, really, for this scene, but self confident enough not to care, because they happen to like the music.  Too patient, tired, wise, whatever you want to call it, to get too caught up in the superficial theatrics of who's friends with whom and who dissed whom and whether jungle kicks trance's ass or not.
    So, what I posted to Daveworld was wrong.  I guessed there that my look into the culture had something to do with that empty space inside that so many people have, and they fill it with religion or whatever makes them feel comfortable.  But I'm really lonely.  Moving here from Fort Meade really didn't help that problem much, because I face the same obstacle:  finding people I have something in common with.  And the people I do find are inaccessible for one reason or another.
    Overheard on a classical music radio station, "Next a little chamber music by Mozart, and then a piece by Louis Ferdinand, an acquaintance of Beethoven, an artist known as Prince."  Maybe it's my mood, but this cracked me the hell up.
    So did an ad in the triCity News.  It shows a retired couple in their preppy clothes with bicycles.  There's a word balloon next to the woman that says, "Belmar Bagel's sandwiches kick ass!"  ROFL!  I guess you hadda see it.
    More about tonight in Quick-and-Dirty.

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