I'd like to spread your purfume around the old apartment.
So as most of you know, I skipped university/college.
I also skipped that whole dave mathews/shitty frat boy music culture at the same time.
So I'm not exactly well versed in crap.
which I am proud of.
Yet all of a sudden I am immersed in said culture, and the majority of the people I hang out with don't understand the subtleties of slow, well written, melodic, interesting music.
or the pleasures that can be found by looking into the local art/music scene.
"what do you mean you don't like John Mayer?"
seriously, that question was asked about two hours ago.
Your elliot smiths, your julie doirons,your Leonard Cohen's, your smogs, your belle&sebastians, your Will Oldhams, your Jason Molignas etc...are considered, and I quote...
"FAG MUSIC"
Now I've been called a fag before, in fact MANY TIMES...I heard the word growing up almost everyday. Be it my hair, my clothes, my attitude, Whatever...I always accepted the fact that not everyone subscribed to the same things I did, or recognised the link between music and culture, attitude and politics, blah blah blah.
the difference now is...when someone says "this tune is gay put on some redhot chilli peppers"
I don't take offense, and they typically aren't calling ME a fag, just my music taste.
"what's havarti?"
"why go to that bakery when you can get it at safeway? (the equivalent of sobeys)"
"what do you mean compost? why?"
"whats with all the college radio? that shits garbage, if those bands were any good they'd be on real radio"
"man, reading is gay"
"sushi? you mean raw fish? eeeeew!"
yup.
the question is...what now?
My friends here are great people, seriously...only recently have I realized that a person can be super great and listen to garbage music, they are awesome people and I do enjoy their company but I'm drowning in top 40, I'm drowning in dave chappelle jokes, I'm drowning in EVERYTHING my cynical/overly analytical self rejects.
should I just let myself be overcome by bad taste and keep the same friends?
or seek out people that share the same interests?
or try to live within the crap, accepting every dimwitted penis joke, and sports related pun,
all the while making fun of them in my head?
ahhhhh.
aside from all that, calgary rules hard.
Hard.
and even though I miss halitown like crazy, I don't plan on moving back anytime soon.
I also skipped that whole dave mathews/shitty frat boy music culture at the same time.
So I'm not exactly well versed in crap.
which I am proud of.
Yet all of a sudden I am immersed in said culture, and the majority of the people I hang out with don't understand the subtleties of slow, well written, melodic, interesting music.
or the pleasures that can be found by looking into the local art/music scene.
"what do you mean you don't like John Mayer?"
seriously, that question was asked about two hours ago.
Your elliot smiths, your julie doirons,your Leonard Cohen's, your smogs, your belle&sebastians, your Will Oldhams, your Jason Molignas etc...are considered, and I quote...
"FAG MUSIC"
Now I've been called a fag before, in fact MANY TIMES...I heard the word growing up almost everyday. Be it my hair, my clothes, my attitude, Whatever...I always accepted the fact that not everyone subscribed to the same things I did, or recognised the link between music and culture, attitude and politics, blah blah blah.
the difference now is...when someone says "this tune is gay put on some redhot chilli peppers"
I don't take offense, and they typically aren't calling ME a fag, just my music taste.
"what's havarti?"
"why go to that bakery when you can get it at safeway? (the equivalent of sobeys)"
"what do you mean compost? why?"
"whats with all the college radio? that shits garbage, if those bands were any good they'd be on real radio"
"man, reading is gay"
"sushi? you mean raw fish? eeeeew!"
yup.
the question is...what now?
My friends here are great people, seriously...only recently have I realized that a person can be super great and listen to garbage music, they are awesome people and I do enjoy their company but I'm drowning in top 40, I'm drowning in dave chappelle jokes, I'm drowning in EVERYTHING my cynical/overly analytical self rejects.
should I just let myself be overcome by bad taste and keep the same friends?
or seek out people that share the same interests?
or try to live within the crap, accepting every dimwitted penis joke, and sports related pun,
all the while making fun of them in my head?
ahhhhh.
aside from all that, calgary rules hard.
Hard.
and even though I miss halitown like crazy, I don't plan on moving back anytime soon.