Rock brings us together for a special moment but only as atomized lump. Lodged between drunkenness and despair, rock is a perfect subjective map of today's foreshortened mental landscape. It perfects the moment by dispensing with any thought about our. Rock Gods like Bruce Springsteen stand above this crowd by perfectly expressing the most common, mediocre feelings of seventeen year old New Jersey boys. Working and partying are two poles of today's alienation.
Alcohol relaxes defensive reflexes and merges normally repressed impulses with the conscious mind.
Sufficient drunkenness creates a unity the allows a person to act the part of the self-aware subject. But this awareness is equally vacuous. The natural impulse of drunks is vandalize. But they could just as well attack a neighbor for an imagined insult as attack real enemies like an old school or their boss. The subjective futility of drinking on Friday compliments the objective futility of working 40 hours a week.