13 May 2005
indie
no posts for a week or so - big, big deadlines creeping up like multiple shadows from every corner.
k-punk reports on a indie-schmindy stroke-in night we went to recently. I was going to write a post on it myself, but knew Mark would beat me to it. The whole evening reminded me of certain unbearable tendencies that really only have their home in the alternative music societies of British universities. Cardigans, lollipops, soft toys, 50s print dresses, horrifically cutesy relationships, hairclips...
As for indie's attitude towards the rest of the world - it appears to consist of sticking your fingers in your ears and going 'la, la, la, if I fill my life with Bagpuss videos, Belle and Sebastian singles and plastic jewellery until my mid-30s, perhaps I'll ward off the realisation that life is shit and unbearable for many, and that my over-privileged and whiny existence is even more void and meaningless than the tank-top I've just knitted.'
Of course, any and all indie folk can redeem themselves but engaging in one of two things (or preferably both) a) lesbianism b) volunteer work (and I don't just mean in charity shops so you can get first pick of the dresses and cardigans).
As for the livejournal thing being against blogs because they 'link' to other blogs. Well really, how stupid can you get. When I talk to non-blog-writing people about blogs, one of the things they usually say is: 'isn't it just like someone's diary? Why would I want to read that?'. A fair suspicion, perhaps, until you realise how narrow that claim is (the best blogs for my nonmoney are political, philosophical, musical, theological, aesthetic - and all distinctly non-introverted). Trying to replicate the diary model in cyberspace and being proud of it is completely indicative of the faux-modest but, in actuality, deeply narcissistic mindset of the indie 'kid'. Cyber-communism is the anti-indie.
k-punk reports on a indie-schmindy stroke-in night we went to recently. I was going to write a post on it myself, but knew Mark would beat me to it. The whole evening reminded me of certain unbearable tendencies that really only have their home in the alternative music societies of British universities. Cardigans, lollipops, soft toys, 50s print dresses, horrifically cutesy relationships, hairclips...
As for indie's attitude towards the rest of the world - it appears to consist of sticking your fingers in your ears and going 'la, la, la, if I fill my life with Bagpuss videos, Belle and Sebastian singles and plastic jewellery until my mid-30s, perhaps I'll ward off the realisation that life is shit and unbearable for many, and that my over-privileged and whiny existence is even more void and meaningless than the tank-top I've just knitted.'
Of course, any and all indie folk can redeem themselves but engaging in one of two things (or preferably both) a) lesbianism b) volunteer work (and I don't just mean in charity shops so you can get first pick of the dresses and cardigans).
As for the livejournal thing being against blogs because they 'link' to other blogs. Well really, how stupid can you get. When I talk to non-blog-writing people about blogs, one of the things they usually say is: 'isn't it just like someone's diary? Why would I want to read that?'. A fair suspicion, perhaps, until you realise how narrow that claim is (the best blogs for my nonmoney are political, philosophical, musical, theological, aesthetic - and all distinctly non-introverted). Trying to replicate the diary model in cyberspace and being proud of it is completely indicative of the faux-modest but, in actuality, deeply narcissistic mindset of the indie 'kid'. Cyber-communism is the anti-indie.
