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Keys to the cEvin.

thanks to friends, yours truly Here met one of their few modern living heroes, and he was actually friendly… and it is Here that i shall recount my variation of the meeting that splendidly filled the night with fun and chaos galore, and we both came away from the new experience with humor and a couple of souvenirs to show support, though i am not too sure if Numbers will ever be a frequent trip for the people who never require the outside stimulation that most people take for granted… don’t get me wrong, it isn’t as though i disbelieve in community, but i am highly disagreeable with mainstream thought as i feel i have been sold-out by the nationally-endorsed educational system in power since it was first established and remains the very same repetition of information until the freethinker has to drop-out sooner than later… however, this is only the lead-in segue to my tale, and this is thanks to all the people involved and credited to making my good time possible… let us begin Here, A-boy contacted my love through this internet contraption and its accompanying software with Email connection, but this leads me to enlighten you as to the start of this groovy relationship between us all as well… we had met A-boy at the Nny Ppy show in the warehouse at the height of drunken complexes unwieldy on my part, she remembers distracted anxiety alert in the ballroom there, but it was certainly more intense at a later date when we met A-boy again at the oHgr show held at the same place… this is where we all shared our interest for the industrial music scene initially, late in the night separated by time and space after everything had closed, but the waking luxury accented our real freedom even more after the bullshit… again, we see the Nny Ppy at this venue with usual souvenirs bought, but with a distinct lack of discombobulation enough to reach out and see them further out in another city… the variation of interior and atmosphere made all the difference in comparison with the previous place, and A-boy was a completely alright soul to get to know sitting to the wee hours in a drunk madness, especially in lieu of all confusion in after party shenanigans that only cEvin participated in… it is Here that we find the flag interlude where i vaguely explain my gifting process, in the course of meeting one of the two Kevins after the oHgr show was when the courage hit to give him the flag i had created with the help of my workplace, and i bought the materials and the pattern i made and handed it to Kevin at the same time my lovely handed him the beautiful Gnosis I book… flash forward to the above mentioned after party where the other one of the two Kevins was personally, but perhaps i am mildly mistaken where i gave him the other flag, and this is the ‘cool’ detail i find… Kevin (oHgr) has the sewn applique nylon 2foot by 3foot flag with the recent logo for the group, while Kevin (Key) has the solvent print 2foot by 3foot flag on flag material where the elder ‘SP’ logo stands askew from the newly revised ‘SP’ logo with the band name underneath, and he says that he has it in storage and not out “in flight” after i asked where it was “flying”… okay, so A-boy is in knee-deep in the scene, and gives my love updates on what comes our way… the last one before this one was with cEvin, spybey and western, and it was Here that we got our souvenirs autographed… hmm, and it could also be the place i gave Key his flag or not, not sure really right now… well, A-boy came into our neck of the woods and gave us a lift to the Numbers outing cEvin appeared at this time, but it seems no one got paid at all for that gig i learned later on… tough break because A-boy was tremendous with his skills between all the various personalities, but i believe it took a recognition on all of our parts for it to have worked out as such a meeting as it did, though enough of this crap spew waste from my fettered mind on to the tissue of the issue… the four of us get there after the emo band, and we stand there against the wall watching twin grand-span screen televisions that vary channels, she and i began drinking at this point… the dance was on and what began with one spinning gothic lad soon became a large mass, but i restrained myself to head-bobbing and foot-tapping until the real performance later in the night, and as the club closed up its doors… A-boy was busied with getting great footage as he was renowned for between my love and i as we get out very little, and it was because he aided the performers with finding hotel accommodations for the night that i believe we met cEvin Key in person, it still gets me really something weird inside… i was very envious of his herb stash waving right in front of me within minutes of handing him my tri-bass logo in black adhesive vinyl, and my question was answered again within minutes of a back and forth between backstage and dressing room where talk of papers were passed around by a vinyl-clad mistress who remains unrecognized to this day, he was very kind and there were dual instances where we could have hung out longer that didn’t work out… i guess we were still standing in the fan-dumbstruck dimension as we sat listening with deaf ears to the album Key put out years ago that i bought that night, smoking the last of our herb laughing about what we would be doing with cEvin right then at the hotel, and our friend A-boy and everyone else involved that was never met nor named in this conversational affair made the more magical of quaint slight connections between artist-music-audience… i feel like we will meet again with the like of these two Kevins in the near phuture, even if it does require the power evoked by new Nny Ppy music roused from the deep, but for now i look forward to the Killing Joke concert in the close-by in the city farther away than Here… maybe fifty dollars will get me a chance to meet them on top of tickets and driving there, and i better have my custom flag ready to give, bringing up artistic adoration…

Thanks, khet.