from the FB wall of Rich Malley, formerly of the Horsies/Happy Family:

To the knucklehead out-of-towner who smacked me on the head for (perceived) excessive skanking at The Specials:

OK, first of all, I want to point out that I’m older and probably way cooler than your daddy. Probably not all that relevant, but somehow seems important to me right now.

You know what? I’m sorry I bumped into you and your somewhat homely girlfriend with me skankin’. But it was entirely uncalled for for you to rap me on the head with what I presume was your high school ring. 

Pardon me for having my senior moment. But the way I came up, once you start skanking, you don’t stop skanking. Otherwise you are a poser. 

And I fuckin’ skanked laps around anybody else out there, except for maybe Aina. But it’s not like there was much competition, aside from frequent quasi-roisterous post-ironic pogoing. 

And, oh! How disturbing to come to SXSW and going to see some band you’ve read somewhere that you’re supposed to be excited about, only to be jostled—you and your somewhat homely girlfriend both—by some middle-aged caucasian man getting his muscle memory skank on. The horror, the horror!

Here I would just like to digress and observe that it is much easier to control forward skanking than backward skanking. You forget things like that when you haven’t skanked since Reagan was president (probably). And I recognize that this was in part due to the fact that tonight was one of those rare occasions when I was let down by Austin’s bar professionals and over-served. Not that I’m one to raise a fuss. 

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