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It’s hard being an elitist hipster these days — between all of the “wolf” bands and hoodie/blazer fashions, how does an elitist hipster’s taste out-do everyone else’s?
Well, my friends, it has to do with the guilty pleasure.
My guilty pleasure?
The f*cking Cranberries.
In the fourth grade, my friend Ashley lent me the tape, Everyone Else Is Doing It, So Why Can’t We?, and many an afternoon was spent listening to the hypnotic voice of sexy Irish chick, Dolores O’Riordan. Even my parents got down with sick-nasty jams such as “Linger” and “Dreams” as we would motor along Skyline Drive and the backroads of Palmyra.
Guess what? Said sexy Irish chick is going to be at the Gravity Lounge tonight! And you know my ass is gonna be there, flask in-tow, hoping that she plays a couple of Berry jams. Dolores has a new solo album out, so I’m kind of apprehensive as to whether or not she’s gonna bust out the ill shit, but if enough C-villains come out and do a little *cough cough* Linger! *cough cough*, perhaps I’ll get lucky…
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Ha! Dijon I love it. The good news is that her solo stuff sounds like it could be Cranberries b-sides.
Yeah, I have the same reaction to her voice, but I must question your elitist hipster claim.
Alejandro Escovedo was at Gravity last night and played to a sparse crowd. It’s a shame, he is fantastic.
Elitist hipster cred depends on attending such shows.
“Guilty pleasure” is a ridiculous construct. If you like something, you like it. It’s that simple. Don’t be ashamed and please don’t try to justify; you’ll just end up sounding like an invertebrate.
Someone’s not Catholic.
you know it’s funny for all the promotion 106.1 has been doing i havent heard any of her singles stuff. I have heard a lot of
ZOMBIE ZOMBIE ZOMBIE IN MY HEAAAAAAAD IN MY HEAAEAEAAAAAAD ZOMBIE ZOMBIE ZOMBIE
Maybe she’ll play that song instead of her latest single! sweet!!!
baconfat: perhaps using invertebrate as an insult is rediculous! How can one sound like something that makes no noise? BOO-YA.
A Northwest band that you probably haven’t heard of, Siberian, has a song that is my frontrunner for Title of the Year. It’s called “Belgian Beer and Catholic Girls”. Now I know who they are referencing! (BTW, I’m quite partial to both).
I like Belgian Beer and Catholic School Girl outfits - does that count?
Lilith, you couldn’t be more wrong on that account. I feel Catholic guilt for all kinds of things, but not my taste in music (which I try to keep as lower-case catholic as I can, which either makes me a dilettante or a poseur; I really don’t care). I mean, I can’t hear Michael Jackson without thinking of unfortunate slumber parties, but that doesn’t mean Thriller wasn’t my jam in 1983. I once drove through a blizzard in 1994 to see Dave Matthews Band. I drove 9 hours to see freaking Jewel. Am I ashamed of any of those things? No. Would I do them again today? Again, no. People, tastes, etc., change and evolve, which is why the idea of a guilty pleasure is kind of unnecessary - it’s all a matter of what’s speaking to you right now. Unless you’re willing to equate taste with masturbation, which I’m not.
Thor, I’m really trying to like 106.1 but they seem to be stuck in a time warp that started in 1991 and ended roughly around 1997, then jumped to the past two years. It’s all kinds of discouraging.
In that case, my next “Last Letter Game” request will be Tubthumping by Chumbawamba.
106.1 has an excellent electronica show, all chilled and groovy and what not, commercial free, on sunday nights at, I think, nine.
/I think I will spin a version of that zombie song this wednesday…
Dijonbray, you’ve outdone yourself. Baconfat was kindly enough to overlook the sheer idiocy of your reply, but I am not, so I will point out the following: an invertebrate is any animal without a spine. As far as I know, this does not preclude them from making any sound. In case you’ve still missed it, the implication is that you’re a spineless blowhard.
And why, if you say this is a “guilty” pleasure, are you bragging outright on the internet that it places your hipster taste among the elite? Questionable.
she should excused if she was really in 4th grade when that Cranberries disc came out….does that make her a 3rd year at UVA now?
diJON {ahem} bray is the hottest girl I know. She’s so hot, she went off the end of the scale and came back around again, and most people erroneously perceive her as a well-meaning guy who posts and comments here, normally—lamentably, even—without consulting a dictionary. Which, you know, is a great excuse for a snotty ad hominem riposte.
paper plane: that’s my fault about the invertebrate thing, i was thinking about mollusks and worms, and not about crickets and other forms of invertebrate that actually make noise from within their own body.
and i was bragging about it because i was shit-canned and thought that this would be perfect for my first post on cvillain. it has nothing to do with being elite, and everything to do with me being drunk and rambling. Anyway, sorry for not meeting your standards you asshole.
crud buster: i am a dude.
oh sorry. i guess the cranberries really are a guilty pleasure then. If you’re re-exploring all the great (and not so great) indie rock from whem you were a 4th grader: I’d refer you to: Belly, the Breeders, Oasis, Stone Roses, Veruca Salt, the Lemonheads, Gin Blossoms, and Juliana Hatfield. Have fun.
crud buster: not to split hairs (okay, so i’m splitting hairs), but out of that fine, fine list of bands you’ve named, only three of them qualified as “indie” in the u.s., and only one at the height of their popularity: stone roses. juliana and the lemonheads spent some time on indie labels before hitting it big with their major-label debuts, then promptly disappearing (though juliana was nice enough to take the time to play tokyo rose). i’m an ancient person, so my memory’s a bit cloudy, but i believe back in those crazy days of the mid-’90s, those bands were all considered “alternative,” which really told you just about nothing other than that they didn’t sound like celine dion, garth brooks, or boyzIImen.
That is a fair point. So many great but now nearly forgotten bands from that post-grunge alternative era that spanned 94-97. Looking back now as an old crusty bastard, a lot of it really is shit, but it was fun at the time.