Reading Salamander by J. Robert Janes--Listening Uncle Dave's Crazy Music

It had to happen eventually. What you loved as you were growing up becomes a marketable commodity. Sort of creeps up on you, really. A few car commercials here and there, and suddenly--the leg warmer is back in fashion. For us, it was "Good god, turn off that 50s and 60s crap." Excuse me, I still listen to that Clash record. It is not OLD. I never stopped being a punk (in my heart, anyway) so I am entitled to get pissed off when I hear the Buzzcocks on a commercial. Hey--that's OUR MUSIC!! You can't make me want that just because you have some good demographic info! Why is it the more ironically detached we try to become, it just comes back at us in the form of an ad selling us Ore Ida fries? And I am sure Kurt Cobain wanted to be on all those Tshirts, that's why he offed himself. Then again, when I was in high school, kids wore Jim Morrison Tshirts. It amounts to the same thing. At what point should I turn off the TV, stop going to the movies, quit listening to music? I mean, is it possible? I don't want to become one of those old fogeys who say "our music was just so much better." I still seek out and do enjoy new artists, writers, and musicians. But you know the guy (usually it is a man) who ONLY listens to the "hits of the 70s" because that's when all the good music was made. These people make me sad and pissed. Why close yourself off to new cultural experiences? What is wrong with the new? Seems the problem is in holding onto the old too tightly. Just don't use it to sell me shit.

Lovesong to VU

Farewell farewell to the chic mystique

begin worshipping at the new shrine of pop culture

this electric moth one of the insects of someone else's thoughts

the anti-all

the cinematic kindergarten

we need more milk, Yvette