night at the opera

One floor below. At one side a dance-floor, at the other a bar. Tables and stools around on raised floor levels. Black worn-out carpet on the floor. Walls painted black. Chocking-full of smoke. On the dance floor three girls in full goth-attire---plus the accompanying hair-styles, make-ups, tattoos, and everything. They are moving to the music: A Birthday Party song, followed by "Kick in the Eye" by Bauhaus, followed by something that sounded a lot like Tear Garden (maybe it was). The color spectrum, as sampled on the decoration, the patrons' clothes, and their make-up, consists almost entirely of black, plus maybe some red and burgundy here and there. Faces mostly white and pale. At the bar, a girl with a foot-tall mohican is serving. Then she jumps over the counter to go dancing. I mentally check the calendar: Yes it's 2006, and then my clothing: Thanksgod, it's almost all-black. I spot my company over by the corner. I go there. They introduce me to a guy I haven't met before---I don't remember his name, damn! He asks me what kind of music I listen to. I tell him. He then asks me if I'm into 70's garage and psychedelic stuff. Not particularly, by I wouldn't mind a few good samples. He jots something down on a piece of paper and gives it to me. It says:

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Then he gets on the dance-floor and starts dancing...

[[[ This post is for the friend who always asks me "where on earth you find these deranged stuff?" whenever I show him something on the Net ]]]