Taking the measurements for your anti-hipster manifesto. Once, the idiots were just the fools gawping in through the windows – now they’ve entered the building. You can hear them everywhere. They use the word “cool”. It is their favourite word. The idiot does not think about what it is saying. Thinking is rubbish. And rubbish isn’t cool. Stuff ‘n’ shit is cool. The idiots are self-regarding consumer slaves, oblivious to the paradox of their uniform individuality. They sculpt their hair to casual perfection, they wear their waistbands below their balls, they babble into hand-held twit machines about that cool email of the woman being bummed by a wolf. Their cool friend made it. He’s an idiot too. Welcome to the age of stupidity. Hail to the rise of the idiots. Not my words, although that’s the objective: to enter into a binding contract with the muse to write as well as Dan Ashcroft (or Chris Morris, the ventriloquist in this case…from Nathan Barley if you’re uninitiated; sublime, warped, post-modern television).
I’ll be drilling through the Chris Morris canon some other time. Hopefully soon – when the muse deal kicks in. Same goes for Luke Haines; there’s so much material there even after he’s plucked the choicest bits for his own prose-in-book form. I’ll get around to all that, one day. Honest injun.
Below the words: something from the 2009 album 21st Century Man. Stomping and barbed and Van Der Graff Generator tongue-in-cheek Haines in all its finery.
Luke Haines / Peter Hammill.