Oh ho ho. Hipsters.
After walking back from class, I all-of-a-sudden realized that a fair amount of college guys attempt to impress the chicks around here by listing their knowledge on all these obscure indie bands. How this random thought came into my head… I don’t know. I think it’s because a couple of my friends are all-of-a-sudden listening to Guster (they think they’re indie) and then dissing the ‘popular bands’ right now.
It reminds me of this one time when Pitchfork came to SoCal. They do an annual concert in San Diego and its actually pretty good, despite the audience and the people running it.
This summer I went “undercover,” with a thin black scarf, a clove cigarette, an empty can of PBR that I pretended to drink from, and the capstone: a fake band t-shirt that I made with a set of magic markers. They were called “The Giggling Grench” and their logo was a stylized green-and-pink cartoon of a man vomiting musical notes, set slightly off center.
In the middle of the Public Enemy set, this one hipster who was standing next to me starts hitting on some chick. As part of their mating ritual, he starts to spew a monumental list of bands hes “really into right now.” Halfway through his speech he slips in “The Giggling Grench,” and points to my t-shirt as proof.
I was tempted to turn around and say that I was the frontman to bag the chick. But then I realized I’m not a hipster.
Oh ho ho. Hipsters.
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