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See, y'all! That's my point! The notion of hipster as 'girl jeans-wearing, asymmetrically tonsured quasi-rocker' is already outdated. THAT image has migrated to the center, and is now most easily associated with 16 year-old emo fans from suburban New Jersey—ie, anathema to the Brooklyn elite (in reference to a previous question, I've heard OF the keiser chiefs, but I know absolutely nothing about them; my opinions on hipsterdom will be rather brooklocentric, I'm afraid).
Near as I can tell, The New Hipster cuts his time between spazzy grindcore (he likes to flash the metal sign, wear his hair in a mullet, and play with metal typefaces. As something of a diehard metaler, I can only approve of the third practice.) and one shade or another of dance party fare—indie, ironic, punky, and straight. Like I mentioned before, the "do the standing still" notion of what-hipsters-do has been very thoroughly assimilated; the new doctrine is "dance like black people do! they are too simple to be ironic like we were, three years ago."
I sound very critical, and perhaps I am, but at least I can say that I don't have to hang out with many hipsters these days, and thus can consider myself pretty loathing-free. (Hampshire and Reed, meet Bard.) But here's an idea of what I'm talking about:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/08/25/AR2005082501818.html
This is a real thing; you saw the flyers all over Brooklyn for quite some time. The article is a little, "They're IRONIC! Everything is IRONIC!", but the basic gist is: white people gather together at clubs and do their best impersonations of black urban culture, ten years back: hot pants and exaggerated grinding to kitschy booty bass. I have no real problem with young people chasing fashion and disposable music—that's what pop culture is *for*, anyway—but I don't think it's my imagination that the widespread acceptance of this farce is a little disturbing. The article cites Elvis Presley and his ilk, but I think the actuality is a little closer to the minstrel tradition.
Anyhow. Let this not be a FUCK HIPSTERS rant, because as I said, I am glad not to have to vent my spleen too often. Though, you know, if I went to more shows, and saw more hipsters creeping into my metal stuff, I might. But I'm way too domestic for that. |
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