ANGST SELLS. . . . .
To think, how a certain degree of what (post) adolescents recognize as “the misery index” is merely self-fulfilling prophesy.
Young & idle translates to “oppressed and self-conscious”. Like a snake eating its own tail.
What of Friday night—wanting “everything at once”, “everything louder than everything else” as you find hints of “an answer” at some lonely, yearning night down at some rock concert flea-pit.
The lights—the excitement—the danger—the best that a $5, all-ages show can offer you and the mob looking for something, maybe “but never quite finding it”.
In a nutshell, that’s “the scene”.
You mostly likely never heard of it until marketers pick up on a hot property and sell “the sizzle”.
While really, “the meat of the matter” is constant, dreary nights kept tabs on by a minutia-quoting obscurist who hung on at every show, perhaps “having no where else to go”.
So knock on the tour bus window—“Uh, is there like—anyone COOL in there?”
For everyone else, there’s the fashion accessory.
Take the flannel shirt of the Seattle “grunge” movement. The point is, it was off-the-rack clothing simply meant to be unostentatious before marketers start selling their own $4000 items as a status symbol “for the outsider, looking in”.
The reason money means anything is precisely because few have any of it—and rarified, carefree-ness “is the good time that takes itself away” if you were to ask anybody.
For everyone else life proves to be a purgatory of “getting over”, working, or “hoping to be somewhere else” as it’s a thin gruel, indeed.
The personal, they say—“is political”. Or at this age, finding “your own tribe” as everyone sorts each other out through “vibes” or “mental wavelength”.
And remember—if you can correctly spell “poseur” it means YOU ARE ONE. Otherwise, the sleepy scene “doesn’t think much” and you are only “overthinking it”.
So why not listen to records? Or better yet– for the economy and your constantly ebbing-sense of self-esteem—GO BUY SOME RECORDS?
A bricks n’ mortar business is more substantial and longer-lasting than most scenes—as why work hard at something when you can otherwise buy yourself out a seeming shortcut?
And watch as online commerce closes down local business, as you’re left floating as a lone node in cyberspace.
I guess, then. . . . . we must show existential courage.