5 August 2008

Adbusters: The Anti-Vice?

To begin with, I hope you realize the obvious "Anti-Christ" reference. I understand that "Christ" and "Vice" is a forced rhyme, so I felt it necessary to explain. Furthermore, I am poking fun at myself as a hipster by suggesting that Vice is my Christ.

In the past, Adbusters has come close to critiquing me: their harsh words for Zionism hits close to my Jewish roots (though I am by no means a Zionist), and my avid consumerism is frowned upon by their leftist contributors. However, this is the first time I feel as though an Adbusters article is actually directly about me. In true narcissistic fashion, I love reading about myself, even if it is a negative rant about my insistence upon being "lost in the superficiality of [the] past" and my inability to "create any new meaning."

Douglas Haddow's article "Hipster: The dead end of Western Civilization" does have its merit. Haddow immersed himself in hipster culture enough to identify the obvious trends: fake glasses, flannel, fixed gear bikes, Pabst Blue Ribbon, indifferent dancing, rejection of being labelled a "hipster." However, I do not find it to be a piece of cutting-edge journalism that reveals anything that is not already well-known. Thanks to the internet, trends and scenes spread like wildfire. Hipsterdom is already past its peak (this happened long ago, probably around the time Kanye West recognized a new market of white kids to attempt to appeal to and thus latched onto that Daft Punk "sample"). Everyone and his/her cougar mother owns a pair of wayfarers, has bookmarked hipster blogs, and listens to/pretends to like electro by now. 

Haddow sets up the opportunity to actually dissect what he calls a counter-cultural movement, but instead never delves deep enough into any point he starts. According to Haddow, by sporting vintage clothing, drinking cheap beer, and partying in post-industrial locales, hipsters uphold "shameless cliches of a class of individuals that seek to escape their own wealth and privilege by immersing themselves in the aesthetic of the working class." Well Mr. Adbuster, what exactly is wrong with that? Your publication is based upon redistributing wealth to reconcile the marginalized sides of the great poverty line divide. Instead of delving into the rationale of hipsters and their decision to reject the wealth of their upbringing, Haddow constantly changes the subject with topic sentences that are stereotypical attacks:
  • "This obsession with 'street-cred' reaches its apex of absurdity..."
  • "Lovers of apathy and irony, hipsters are connected through a global network of blogs..."
  • "With nothing to defend, uphold or even embrace..."
  • "An artificial appropriation of different styles from different eras, the hipster represents the end of Western civilization"
I will pick up the pieces for Haddow. This generation has been spoiled. Many of our parents are immigrants or the children of immigrants. That being said, they did not have the most comfortable upbringing and as a way of paying it forward, have provided us with lives that are more than comfortable. This has had an adverse effect on our motivation and work ethic. We expect everything handed to us and if it is not, we lack the motivation to reach out even a little to grasp it. Or perhaps we do not even want to grasp it. 

I myself am not motivated by money. I simply wish to earn enough to live comfortably. As a result, cheap beer and used/vintage clothing fit comfortably in my lifestyle. It certainly helps that my consumption of used clothing and certain cheap alcohol sits upon the apex of the alterna-cool aesthetic, do not get me wrong. However, my general apathy is not so much a choice as it is a product of societal conditions.

Each preceding generation has seen its fair share of rebellion. This generation--my generation--has little to rebel against. Or, in the case that there is something to rebel against, we possess the hindsight to realize that there is little we can do to alter the preconceived notions of affluent socio-political fraternities that shape government policy. Remember the mass protests against the Vietnam War? Yeah, our parents were a part of those. Based on that model, there is little we can do to stop the "war" in Afghanistan. 

That being said, this generation either realizes that there is little we can do to alter current circumstances, or perhaps we don't want to alter current circumstances. Haddow claims that hipsters have "nothing to defend, uphold or even embrace"--maybe this is because there is in fact very little to defend, uphold or embrace. Social conditions are not perfect, but there certainly is a decent amount of equality in society and there are political institutions in place to ensure this. The generation gap is smaller than ever before--our parents were bigger drug users than we are. Based on that, although they may not condone our dabbling in narcotics, they certainly do not condemn it. So, what is left to rebel against? 

Furthermore, remember the grunge "movement"? What the fuck did that stand for exactly? It certainly was not born in the womb of an angry flannel-clad co-ed protesting the Gulf War. It certainly did not stand for Native rights. It was a generation of disillusioned youth who could not find a half-decent career path to reluctantly drag their feet along. 

Finally, the ultimate hypocrisy of this article is that it panders to hipsters and is cashing in on the very scene that Haddow demonizes. Generally, Adbusters issues have an overall theme that is clearly depicted on the cover: Media Democracy, The Reconquest of Cool, Big Ideas of (insert year). This issue is not the hipster issue. There is just one article on hipsterdom but the cover would make one think otherwise. Considering Haddow's claim when discussing party photogbloggers that hipsters will "crawl out of bed the next afternoon and immediately re-experience the previous night's debauchery...wading through a sea of similarity to find their own (momentarily) thrilling instant of perfected hipster-ness," he is well aware that hipsters are self-obsessed. Thus, hipsters will flock to purchase a magazine that dissects their scene. Case and point: me.  

3 August 2008

The giant swan took me to the river, Georgia will take me to the sea

It has reached a point where my opinion on Jaguar Love has gone back and forth about as much as (choose the most applicable):
a) a trophy wife on her elliptical machine
b) a candle in the wind held by Elton John
c) who "Candle in the wind" by Elton John is dedicated to
d) Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson's hep-C fest (I think that is also the name of the Motley Crue tour)

If you chose "all of the above" then you have not been paying close attention (and there was no "all of the above" option, dipshit). You remain relatively stationary on an elliptical machine. Although your arms and legs do move back and forth, the fact that your actual body does not makes a) an unsuitable option. If you selected d) you would be wrong as well. No one cares about Pam and Tommy, so if you are up to speed on the status of their relationship then you are reading the wrong gossip rag. Also, the fact that at this point even silicone cannot keep Pam's breasts from sagging is an automatic disqualifier. Either of the Elton John options are acceptable. Remember the masterpiece that was The Lion King soundtrack? That man will always have a place in my heart and Simba will always rule my animal kingdom.

What was my point again?
Ah, yes, Jaguar Love. I have had in my possession (or, on my hard-drive) their full album for a few weeks now. After listening to the EP not too long ago and pumping myself up for the fantastic album that was sure to follow, I must say I am disappointed. The best songs on the album are the tracks that were on the EP. Beyond that, the songs that remain are either tolerable ("Antoine and Birdskull," "Humans evolve into skyscrapers"), passable ("Vagabond Ballroom," "Jaguar Pirates"), or awful ("Georgia"). Then there is the video for "Highways of Gold." Take a peak:



Overall, a cute video. Johnny Whitney looks good and the simplistic and somewhat cheesy concept is mildly enjoyable. However, I have two huge problems with the video. The first is that Whitney's falsetto screams during the first chorus (right after the "Highways of gold, where do they go?" line) are cut out. Apparently the kids today cannot handle a high-pitched wail during the first chorus of a song, it can only be at the end. That is just how the ADHD-addled mind works. The second problem is that the song is shortened so the video can safely clock in at three minutes long. A few of the post-chorus instrumental bits are cut down to accomplish this. If your attention span cannot pass the three minute mark then you do not deserve to listen to this song in the first place you spoiled little brat. Go have another Doritos Extremezxxx!

Jaguar Love - Take Me To The Sea

1 August 2008

Me-Me-Mercury

Bloc Party - Mercury



If the one-off single "Flux" from nearly a year ago and this new single (supposedly from the forthcoming new album... no one is too sure when it is actually coming out) are any indication, Bloc Party appear to be headed towards a slightly more dance-electro vibe. I cannot say I am a huge fan of either song, though "Mercury" does have a solid beat that possesses the ability to make the whitest of the white (otherwise known as me) dance a little. Bloc Party has always had fantastic tempo and beats in their songs that essentially made them a type of post-punk dance band, so I feel as though this turn towards a more electronic sound is unnecessary. Ultimately, what truly annoys me about this track is the electronic stutter when he says "Me-Me-Mercury." Pretty enjoyable video, though.

Flux