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Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Career advice:

"Coleridge was a drug addict. Poe was an alcoholic. Marlowe was stabbed by a man whom he was treacherously trying to stab. Pope took money to keep a woman's name out of a satire, then wrote a piece so that she could still be recognized anyhow. Chatterton killed himself. Byron was accused of incest. Do you still want to be a writer -- and if so, why?"

--Bennett Cerf (1898-1971), co-founder of Random House (Thanks to alert WORDster Tom McGuire)

Help! I need a break from pseudo-hip indie music fans

By Jen Beasley

November 14, 2007 | If someone asks me one more time if I've ever heard of some insipid and invisible indie band I'm going to scream in such a way that I too will be refused a mainstream record contract. Unfortunately for me, such a noise will undoubtedly also gather me a devoted following of unbathed hipsters, but if that indie scene is what sticking it to The Man looks like, I'm going to have to side with The Man.

I can't stand indie music anymore. Correction. I can't stand indie fans. The music is too innocuous to be troublesome, after all, but the fans are everywhere, screeching at me about how their playlists are full of amazing music I've never heard of, and would I like to?

They're like missionaries from some pathetic upstart religion, desperate to gain enough converts to shun the non-believers without getting beaten up, but also without having such a large congregation as to be labeled sellouts. What a tightrope, eh? It's soooo cool that they can walk it.

Right.

What bothers me is not the music -- most of which is just fine, like any music -- but rather how unusual they think they are. Really, the indie scene has long been a bastion for would-be cool cats to wallow in their worldly-open-minded-pure-artistic Neverland. The independent music scene has always been one of the trendiest ways to become accepted in the supposedly trend-offended counter culture cliques.

With ironically factory produced Che Guevara patches on their satchels, the indie kids strut around talking about revolution, listening to United Cookies of Girl Scout Troop #41 or some other unwieldily monikered and underground band, and presuming themselves to be so original in spite of the fact that Ray Bradbury pegged their Fahrenheitian radio shell iPod addiction way back in 1953. That's before they, or Steve Jobs, were even born.

Sorry to be all square, but 54 years behind the times does not a revolution make.

If people want to listen to music that won't be found on the radio, super. But to wear such habits as a badge of musical superiority makes no sense. The fact is, when a band has never been heard of by a majority of the world's population, it is not likely a symptom of underappreciated genius, but probably one of properly appreciated mediocrity.

There are, of course, bands that are exceptions to this. But even so, I can't help but think indie kids would be better off actually listening to the bands than listening to themselves talk about listening to the bands.

And instead of abandoning favorite bands once too many other people have heard of them, maybe the indie kids could be happy when more people start listening to good music. It is supposed to be good music, isn't it?

And then, with more people listening to music because they label it "good" instead of just listening to music because it's label-less or not listening to it because it's labeled, the dissonant indie self-righteousness could finally give way to a world of musical harmony.

Like, whoa. Maybe then it really could be just about the music, after all.

NW
MS

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