Henry rollins on dating

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I was also mad at how I was raised and some real things like that.

As an older guy, I am mad at famine, inequality, deregulation, banker graft, war, globalisation, cruelty and things like that. That’s how I have always been, a kind of nervous, energetic type.

The exception that proves this came nearly two hours into the show.

Rollins was explaining that while he is not religious, he has no problems with religion per se, the exception being when so-called pro-life Christian groups try to dictate what a woman can do with her body.

This is spoken word, and while it lacks the raw wattage and physical bruising of a Rollins Band or Black Flag performance, the intent and intensity are the same.

For two hours and 36 minutes, Rollins powers through anecdotes, jokes, opinions and minor epic prose-poems on his daily life. At the height of the Rollins Band fame, the UK music press portrayed him as a tortured Nietzschean figure.

At exactly 8pm, a muscled mesomorph with tightly-cropped grey hair pounds on to the stage, takes the microphone in his left hand, wraps the cord around the same hand three times, plants his feet, and hits it, hits it hard.

The woman who threw it from the balcony had already vacated her seat and, presumably, the building by the time Rollins drew up.

This is not to say that Rollins panders, but rather that he has skill and persuasive power to give people what they want even when they didn’t know they wanted it.

It’s impossible that everyone at St George’s last night agrees with Rollins on all subjects, but we all wanted to hear him tell us about it, whatever it is.

This is a man who is so sure of his place in life that he has an opinion on virtually everything, and it pretty much always makes sense. It is the misogynist, racist, homophobic minority that should be called out, marginalised, voted out, shouted down, whatever way you have to get them out of the way so the rest of us can get down the road.

That said, Henry is also a man who in his book Get In The Van (published in 1994, and consisting of his Black Flag tour diaries from 1981-1986) seems to have little patience for the grim existence of life in England in the early 1980s. I got out there and immediately started getting hit on by women, it was very rock and roll as you might say. For a man to call himself a feminist at this point, while no doubt well-intentioned, is keeping equality somewhat tied down.”He goes on to clarify: “I am a human, male. I threw out the notion of being a feminist a few years ago.

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