My band days are over. The Horrors at the El Rey = horror. KCRW crowd in baseball caps and football jerseys instead of eyeliner-wearing emo boys. Boring college kids with zero style or charisma. Who were the Horrors performing for? A sad representation of a city that at one point actually did have style. And then, of course, the usual suspects who experience the whole show through their cell phone or camera. And the young couples sitting side by side, texting people, together and yet light years apart. At one point A. asked me if I missed going out. I said no way. He said he didn't either. I said, how come? He said, not if going out means this.
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