February 7, 2009

What is a fun time? Talking about new, exciting turns in music is a good night. Starting fictitious street gangs is a good night. Smoking pot is a good night. Wait - allow me to reiterate. Smoking pot at home and listening to the Beastie Boys is a good night. There is no need to imbibe, that's jus the icing on the hip-hopilicious cake. "Intergalactic" can be enjoyed just a little bit more if the bud is running in your brain alongside Ad-Rock's fuzzed-out rhymes. What is a fun time? That is certainly a fun. Now, let's get a little stupid.

Add blind cynicism to the mix and a lacking sense of rebellion; mix in some whiskey, cigarettes, ad weed; and go to a chemical-free house party full of individualist automotons.We're rebelling by disregarding the hosts' wishes, right? That's facsism, right? No, you're just being an ass-hole. We're being different together, right? No, you just can't think for yourself. It's a pity, but it's an epidemic amongst young people: born without a unique creativity of their own, they are forced to conform to a group-think mentality in order to survive.

I would like to find the memo that stated all the cool kids should wear the same shirts, cut their hair the same way, wear the same shoes, and wear the same size pants, no matter what their weight or figure or gender. There seems to be a clause in the memo, as well: no bathing allowed. Go out of our way to live in a delapitated house with two other guys ad a girl. Is there lenolium in the kitchen? Great. Is is an antique building, built before any city codes were necessary? Even better. Remember, don't shower, don't bath - don't even comb your hair. Those who make themselves up like they just got out of bed after a shower are posuers. You're not, because you live the life. The money your parents send you goes toward the records everyone else is listening to and all the underground art you can get your hands on. You can afford nice things, but that's just not who you are. Poor is cool.

I hate to have to go on and on like this. Kids have a right to do whatever they like. I guess I'm just offended that I am a part of their demographic. I know what would cure them of their silly "fitting-in". Listen to Pulp, then do me and everyone else around who doens't give a shit about your copy/paste individuality a favor: shut your fucking mouth. Thanks a bunch, Gus.