Punk Rock Concerts, Going Home Smelling Of Jager, Attack of the Jazz Hands and a Candleriffic Mess

I first intended on writing a blog update based on a night out at a punk rock concert in Krakow, after which we returned to the pub we were at before and proceeded to destroy the place by pouring candle wax everywhere, and seriously I mean everywhere, breaking glasses through the power of the mighty jazz hands wielded by Jazz Hands Girl and a foul stench of Red Hair who earlier had spilled Jagermeister and Orange Juice all over herself. It was to discuss the pretentiousness of musicphiles and punk enthusiasts in particular and the cultural differences that exist and could be seen on this night.

But why bother going on about these things, everyone knows that anyone into a very selective genre of music, attempt to create an air of individuality, uniqueness and anti-societal substance, but in the end just becomes one of the many clogs of a sub culture, which will eventually either die out or become part of everyday culture. More then 30 years on from the 1977 ‘Music Revolution’, this has already happened. And the cultural differences, turns out when people are drinking, listening to music and wanting to mosh, nationality does not come into it.

Well, not for the most part, but one thing I have noticed while I’m here, and it is something that disgusts me. The Poles are snobbish when it comes to drink. So allow me this aside as I explain what I mean and totally diss on the culture of my host land. In a pub, bar or any where else where you’d be wanting to get plastered, the server should gladly make the drink you’ve ordered and not question it, they should be happy to, and do it without complaint! But here in Poland, this isn’t the case. Ordering a Jameson Whiskey with ice and lemon really seems to cause some confusion. This is my drink and this is how I drink it. Bartenders, particularly one I know of, seem to think this is the funniest thing ever, while others just stare at me, until I’ve explained: pour a measure over some ice and put a slice of lemon in it. Really, it’s not difficult. Now I understand some people, maybe even the majority mightn’t enjoy whiskey in this way, they might even think it’s spoilt by having it so, but they aren’t the ones drinking it. In Ireland, you wouldn’t question how someone takes their drink, no matter how curious you are. At most, a drinking buddy will ask for a taste and from my experience bar staff will even go so far, to gladly make up the sickening cocktails you’ve just invented for your drunken birthday mates, and which include Maynard Wine Gums.

Thanks Blonde Bartender at the Stables!

But anyway, back to it! Other things which I can discuss that are at least some how related. The Jager and Orange Juice is something. I’d never heard of this before, but Jazz Hand Girls tells us it’s very good, or she did at the concert and I must say I agree. Something new I will take home with me and be happy too.

I really don't know what to write now.

Good night.