Oh Patti Smith how I love you, and yes if you are a Patti Smith fan you have noticed I have paid homage to her quite a few times already.
These days I have found if you wear a certain hat or go to a certain part of the city to eat, you are what the faddish call "hipster". I only recently started hearing this term and even in my short time of familiarity I have been called one. The reason for this is because I was wearing an oversized flannel shirt and what resembles a poorboy hat. Funny isn't it, 2 articles of clothing and I am thrown into this giant pool of stereotypes. Its ok, this happens to everyone on a daily basis they probably just don't even know it. Some of those same people actually try to place themselves somewhere in those same giant pools of indistinguishable faces . I heard a story about some dude who was hooked on the chiva, stating that it was "romantic, because Lou Reed did it!" When you are claiming your self induced drug addiction is relative to the feeling of romance and enchantment, maybe you've been drowining in one to many closed eye visuals and 70's psychedelic rock lyrics. Thats about the time you need to check yourself (and not just into a clinic) mentally and go "HEY, I'm a drug addict!" "This isn't romantic, I have track marks, no money to pay my bills, and sometimes wake up in a puddle of my urin!". But hey when rockstars do it, they end up writing the greatest ground breaking material of their careers right? Well I guess its all relative to what path you choose and how much time you spend creating a false persona. I can only hope for that dude and people like him that his gravestone will at least say "he was cool".
Back to me. I was born in late 1984 from 2 baby boomers raised in the Bronx during the 50's and 60's. My mom was an eccentric, freedom loving, child of rock and roll, and my dad was a reckless Vietnam vet, folk music buff, who fell hard into the drug aspect of the counter-culture. Both my parents were heavy into the music of their time. So when I was born it should come as no suprise to find that the gene was passed right on to me, along with an Iggy Pop cassette tape and all the musical knowledge my parents vinyl collection could convey.
Believe me when I say this isn't a rant about how I am "The True Hipster" and all those who found music through an Almost Famous soundtrack or a wikipedia search of Fall Out Boy's musical influences, are just vacant carbon copies with no real passion. I'm sure most of this new breed of stereotype came from a similar background as I did. I respect peoples taste in music and clothing. However, I just can't get over this avant-garde, drug consumed, bullshit generation that finds their mystique persona on a pricey rack in Urban Outfitters.
So I leave off saying Fuck you, fuck all you wasteoids who turned something with depth into some bullshit mask you wear. You tax the average person of credible uniqueness on first glance.
Fuck myself for even documenting this thought. I'm sure I fit into a bullshit category some asshole made up anyway, and fuck him too.
Listen to Patti Smith - Birdland
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