Killing Joke At The Ruba: Drink Us…We’re Not The Others, Man. Really
I don’t believe in all the wishes I made, seeing as you are still alive.
A gopher comes from its depths to the surface in need of food. Perhaps, though, it is enticed to open its very specific eyes to as much light as it can take from a pestering, yet provocative sun. This is the exact sway that brings me to the RUBA club. More specifically, this is what brought me to the “whatever was going on at RUBA club” event at the RUBA club this past saturday….RUBA club.
We want to be out. In is fantastic, it is relaxing, it is safe (?) but its reaches the end of its pregnancy. We dress and are birthed into the world that we find to be a stinking rot of maleformed living carcasses, because the womb of home simply was too much. “Welcome to the world!” we hear in the form of gunshots, arguement’s and the growing lie of animal magnetism. So..we take a drink and wish, closed-eyed and elbowed up at the bar, for another planet to fuck the dust out of earth, till no living “mold” sees, speaks, smells, hears, or feels a single thing anymore.
Then we’re drunk. Tell the gang that Killing Joke is playing a free secret show at that place we mentioned earlier. Of course its a lie, but it doesn’t matter, cause none of them know who the fuck Killing Joke is, or how much you like them despite the fact you talked about how really awesome their new album is…Which it is….It’s called MMXII…fuck you.
Then you’re there, the RUBA, Shangri-Laziness! The faces at the door in need of your age verification are friendly. The womanly face of the woman taking you’re five molorosa’s is laughing at the dance floor, and still friendly. The kinda cuteness that increases your passionate-poison levels through the influx of plastic shot glasses and beer cups, is just plain old…friendly. Friendly. You stand back, and try to sort the colors into a rainbow you stand at the end of….you are gold. Even with your elbow on a throat that spit out a lie of an accusation and a threat of violence, that now spits regret, is friendly. Golden. Fuck you world.
-Nave Zepol
Photos Courtesy of http://www.rubaclub.org
Tags: Alcoholism, Gopher, Killing Joke, magic, Ruba Club, Voodoo
