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AnCo isn’t the Joker

2 Nov
 

 

 

because everyone is constructing an identity at all times, whether or not they even realize it. Mostly because you can sweat almost anything down to this basic biological truth: Culture is a mating ritual. We are looking for ways to differentiate ourselves so as to attract one another. That is the deep dark secret of everything we do. It might be that black and white.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the nuances of these rituals–the etiquettes of modern dating, the long ten-minute build before the drums ever come in, the hundreds of pages of exposition before the plot moves forward. These things are great. I love these things. I live for these things. Mark Richardson lives for these things. Animal Collective live for these things. So many people who like this band clearly live for these things. So many people believe that music still has some ability to be “more than music.“‘

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‘Recall the Joker from the Dark Knight. There was something so seductive about this man whose only m.o. was “shake things up.” Whose position in any situation was “how I can show that everyone else secretly doesn’t know what their positions are.” Whose goal is to say “Everyone is a phony. No one really likes anything. Everyone is a little too secure and righteous—but I know they’re all really insecure.”

I don’t mean to paint things in binary but there are two basic poles here, with all of us probably falling in between them. You can be open, and vulnerable, and ignorant, and admit to your ignorance, and try to understand your own wiring and ignorance, and come to terms with the fact that you are one complex motherfucker with complex and not exactly logical or objective reasons for liking and loving what you do, but nevertheless still liking and loving the things that you do, or you can be the person who points out that everyone is pretty fucking ignorant, nobody ever has a clue what they’re really doing on this earth, everybody’s reasons are all so screwy, and do so on a daily basis, as a way of masking your own ignorance and insignificance and vulnerability. You can try to know, and own the fact that there are things you do not know, or you can be knowing, and hide your own ignorance with sideways shots of been-there done-that familiarity. You can understand that shit happens and try your best to keep things together and accomplish something against all odds–YOU CAN DANCE, as [Merriweather Post Pavilion] album begins–or you can blow up the hospital just to show everyone that at any moment anywhere, a hospital can blow up for no fucking reason whatsoever.

Hipster Runoff [j]ust like Gawker, HRO won’t stop until we’re all too afraid to do anything, to step on the rug and take a fucking chance, to give a shit. Until we’re all crippled by self-consciousness, and the worry of making a mistake. The targets will get younger and softer until we’re laughing at thirteen year olds and ten year olds and five year olds, how stupid they are, how they embarrass themselves, how they believe they can do things it’s so obvious to the rest of us they just can’t do–so fucking obvious because we know so fucking much.

Don’t you know how important it is to be able to make mistakes? To fuck up with impunity? Why won’t you let my kids be kids? They will be the better for it. And you were too–and I’m so sad you don’t see that. I’m so sad you don’t remember how fucking hard it is, being that age, not knowing fuck-all how anything or anybody works, let alone yourself.

You can’t justify nihilism. There is no justification. Personal opinion. But go ahead hater, bring it. I know you won’t though. Because the second you wash off all the face paint, we’ll all know who you really are: a “failed creative type” just like the rest of us, who gets off pointing out how we’re all failed creative types just so you don’t have to confront your own lack of vision.’

from http://www.riffmarket.com/2009/01/re-hipster-runoffs-animal-collective.html

 

 

 

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