Niste domni (A Bunch of Gentlemen) – punk’s not dead!
Indeed, sirs, punk’s not dead just yet. A bastion of a laid-back mood, at the heart of a much too cluttered historical center which suffers from the corporatization of entertainment. These are apocalyptic times we’re living now, when punk is the gentlemen’s music and this only means one thing. The first and the foremost, from which all the others follow: Cheap beer! Stemming from it, a crowd by the bar, zany, colorful bartenders, punk music at 11 in the evening, frequent toilet breaks, cheap beer, heated conversations, some eye-catching rigouts, every now and again, after The Clash, a Guns comes on at about a quarter past midnight, several tattooed chicks, cheap beer, we’re already becoming fast friends with our neighbors across the table, there’s laughing out loud and you feel you know most of the people here, it’s half past 1, a lot of smoke and Deftones or Rage Against the Machine might blast out of the speakers, cheap beer, the smoke is beside the point now, you can’t hear what that person’s saying to your face, you need to yell to get your point across to someone just as drunk, and still, there’s no lull in the dialogue, it’s 3 a.m. and Mihaela Runceanu’s singing, cheap beer, you’re dancing to any kind of rhythm, seized by the feeling that you’re listening to the coolest band on Earth, or chatting with the funniest people on Earth, life’s a hoot and everyone’s engrossing in it. It’s 5 and you call a cab. No airs, casual, no responsibility, no strings attached. A bunch of gentlemen, but punk!
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