the Arts Scene
Last night was the Stranger's party at Neumo's for Miranda July. The usual artsy types were there: Sean Nelson, "Awesome," Sarah Rudinoff, the woman from the future, the Turtleneck. And us. Me, Misch, Ingrid, Hila, Peter. Now, I probably wasn't in the best mental space; I've gone out late every night this week and had nearly died via Jalapeno of Doom just before the event, but I had some sad realizations:
-Yeah, Stranger? I don't need physical representation of my single-ness. The promise that a "Yup, I'm SINGLE" sticker on my chest holds probably wouldn't come through for me. Thanks, though.
-Cute little women with dubious guitar skillz and high, high, high voices? You will probably put me in a catatonic rage. I'm just sayin'.
-Seattle artists? Here we go. I get that you're talented. And you probably feed off each others' creativity. I'm the first to tout your talent and, dare I say, genius. But can't you guys give your audience an A for effort? I'm not that creative. I'll likely never again play a musical instrument (sadly). I'll never have an amazing singing voice. I'll never create a beautiful painting that someone will want to hang in their Belltown condo. And I'm okay with that. Some of us can appreciate art and music and not turn around and create. But you know what? I'm a legitimate audience member. And if you're going to stand off in your little crowd of hipsters and sneer as I walk by and wonder why I'm always at these events but you don't know me, you're going to miss out. Engage, dudes. Interact with us. You're cool, but you're douches, okay? Some of you will become famous and forget the others and I bet some of you will drive the others away. And then you'll die sad, lonely, and pretentious, with only your goatee and cordouroy jacket as comfort.
-Yeah, Stranger? I don't need physical representation of my single-ness. The promise that a "Yup, I'm SINGLE" sticker on my chest holds probably wouldn't come through for me. Thanks, though.
-Cute little women with dubious guitar skillz and high, high, high voices? You will probably put me in a catatonic rage. I'm just sayin'.
-Seattle artists? Here we go. I get that you're talented. And you probably feed off each others' creativity. I'm the first to tout your talent and, dare I say, genius. But can't you guys give your audience an A for effort? I'm not that creative. I'll likely never again play a musical instrument (sadly). I'll never have an amazing singing voice. I'll never create a beautiful painting that someone will want to hang in their Belltown condo. And I'm okay with that. Some of us can appreciate art and music and not turn around and create. But you know what? I'm a legitimate audience member. And if you're going to stand off in your little crowd of hipsters and sneer as I walk by and wonder why I'm always at these events but you don't know me, you're going to miss out. Engage, dudes. Interact with us. You're cool, but you're douches, okay? Some of you will become famous and forget the others and I bet some of you will drive the others away. And then you'll die sad, lonely, and pretentious, with only your goatee and cordouroy jacket as comfort.