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The Night, Adrenaline Mapped
[ tribute to one of the greatest rock albums ever put out ]
- by tagorton
Deftones, track 1,
music rattles instinct,
speakers pushing core desire…
an audible drug.
Cap upended on the table,
Sky sits full of intent,
the center of attention.
We stand around the counter
bracing for its impact, raising
that blue bottle one by one--poison, blessed nectar.
Sky vodka,
fire to the very bottom;
carnival of heat-torn veins.
Jason in the wall mirror
posing like it matters,
like this is life and death.
Me pouring something viscous
into empty airline vials.
Deftones, track 3,
ears pulse, the pound of booze
stirred heavy guitar,
Chino's controlled wail, angst so pure
its almost true.
We gather at the Chevy,
deodorant bathed and ego injected,
thirteen steps from flatline.
Deftones, track 7,
the road is saints all blurry,
fusion of lights and passing shadow.
Bass kicks forward from the trunk
to agitate our fragile rhythms.
We leave fragments of song
twisting past the tailgate, escaped through
open windows;
crisp night air impossible to deny.
Deftones, track 10,
We arrive,
Impala dancing for us,
drawing eyes, the nods of lesser fools.
Jason brings us to the curb,
slow role to our throne
awash in neon promise.
Last vocals of Fireal
etch this as certain memory,
how a moment so full of human flaw
can be so fucking perfect.
Adrenaline games burn the limits of my youth.
[ This one goes out to Jason, my friend at the worst of times, the man who cleared a path to self destruction so I could see through its false promises of bliss. Thanks man ]
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