You always get the people that are hipper than thou. They can’t like a band with more than 50 fans because, you know, now it’s yesterday’s news. They intentionally jade themselves and then wear it like a badge. When you tell me that you can’t be as easily impressed as I am, you’re not insulting me. You’re making a statement about your own foolishness. Janis Joplin can still move me to tears more than 50 years after her death. If you’re too cool to still be moved by Janis, that’s really your loss. It doesn’t make you better than me. It might make you worse.
Like music you like
wear comfortable shoes each day
find joy in your life
Misery is no way to live if you have a choice. Of course, the hipper than thou crowd actually really do like a lot of the banal, inferior crap that you like. They like the stupid sitcom and the sappy pop song. The difference, they will swear up and down, is that they only like it ironically. I find that to be an ironically moronic attitude but my brain hasn’t yet been dulled by my own arrogance and pretense. Their own shit is so far up their nose they can’t even smell it. And the truth is they don’t like it ironically. They like it” like it. They are just too dishonest and too full of themselves to admit. Let them act superior if they must. I think most of the world sees them for what they are. It’s not nearly as grand as they wish to believe.
Act superior
I promise I won’t lose sleep
It won’t bother me
I sway when Janis belts one
the tears of joy my reward