Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Hipster Fight
Josh went to a party last weekend in a loft downtown. He hesitated going because he'd been to a party there before, and felt distanced by the force field in the room: "check out how cool I am but DONT FUCKIN CHECK ME OUT!". It was that kind of party -- celebrities of small circles. A gathering of the cream of the hipster crop from the East side, occasionally mixed with a band that's blown up some, but are still cooler-than-thou douches (think the Yeah Yeah Yeahs). But Saturday there was a band worth seeing, so he stomached it.
It was more of the same. I don't even think he saw the band on account that they weren't going on until 2am. The only reason it's worth mentioning at all is this. Apparently, the singer with the super ginormous ego from The Brian Jonestown Massacre, picked a fight with another hipster for looking at him. But when I say "fight", really I mean one-handed pushing. They kept the other hands steady for their beers. Seems they were scared of looking un-posed. If they'd ditched the drinks, well that would've been like an actual fight, and fighting will NOT put you in the pages of "Vice". If nothing else, I admire that kind of dedication to drinking.
Josh went to a party last weekend in a loft downtown. He hesitated going because he'd been to a party there before, and felt distanced by the force field in the room: "check out how cool I am but DONT FUCKIN CHECK ME OUT!". It was that kind of party -- celebrities of small circles. A gathering of the cream of the hipster crop from the East side, occasionally mixed with a band that's blown up some, but are still cooler-than-thou douches (think the Yeah Yeah Yeahs). But Saturday there was a band worth seeing, so he stomached it.
It was more of the same. I don't even think he saw the band on account that they weren't going on until 2am. The only reason it's worth mentioning at all is this. Apparently, the singer with the super ginormous ego from The Brian Jonestown Massacre, picked a fight with another hipster for looking at him. But when I say "fight", really I mean one-handed pushing. They kept the other hands steady for their beers. Seems they were scared of looking un-posed. If they'd ditched the drinks, well that would've been like an actual fight, and fighting will NOT put you in the pages of "Vice". If nothing else, I admire that kind of dedication to drinking.
