Some comments on something I read @ deadman:
I don’t know how much I want to get into this one … But I will chip in $.02 for the halibut. I was (am) a great big ol’ fan of Pearl Jam. I’m one of those guys that even likes all the new CDs. There is really some great music there. And of course there’s the whole Eddie-angst-rebelling-against-corporate-America blah blah blah K.C. why’d you leave us so soon? blah blah blah and all that. But if you listen … and I mean *really* listen … the Foo Fighters are a much better band.
Of course. I like Barry Manilow, too. And Elton John. And Linda Ronstadt. And Clapton. And the barenaked ladies. But f*ck, man! I love so much stuff that isn’t *crap*.
See, I saw a thing on MTV last night – I swear on my life I wasn’t in control of the remote – where they take a fan and get the fan to *be* the person (or band) that they just swoon over and pay people to act like fans. It was surreal. Here are these guys that are specifically *not* the Backstreet Boys. And they’re pretending to be the Backstreet Boys. And there are fans pretending to like them. And they all piled into a limo and drove away as if they were … well … the Backstreet Boys. And next week (or tonight, or whenever the hell the show airs) some girl gets to “be” Brittany Spears. What the hell am I talking about? I don’t know. I think the whole experience – watching fifteen minutes of post-1988 MTV I mean – was just really shocking.
A friend of mine recently commented that there was no “book” about my generation (Gen X? Shit. Why don’t they just call us Generation Nike? The “X” in Gen X should just stand for whatever corporation or advertising entity is ‘hot’ at the moment. Because it – us – we – the Gen Xers themselves – certainly don’t stand for anything.) like there is for, I suppose, previous generations. Would you say that the Baby Boomers had The Catcher in the Rye? Something like that, I guess, is what my friend was trying to say. And all I could think was that I don’t think that a) enough people ‘in my generation’ have the drive to pick up a book and read, much less ever actually WRITE one, and 2) that that’s probably the whole point.
We might be the generation that doesn’t get a ‘book’ but do we really deserve one? The not-having-a-book is so perfectly descriptive of ‘my generation’ that if someone *did* write one … well. I don’t know. Fuck. I should stop writing.
And no, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (granted: a heartbreaking work of staggering genius) doesn’t count.
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