{Tue, 24 July, 2007}   Yes, I do subscribe to GQ. Why would you think otherwise?

A farewell to the facile… I do subscribe to GQ. This is beyond doubt. I have subscribed, even, for going on three years, with a renewal for two more. (Who knew?) But it was just this month that I read a column — well, it was more than column-length; two-or-three-pages length, acutally — with which I agree without complaint. I am referring, of course, to Dan Kennedy’s decision that he is thru being cool.

Now, I was never “cool”, nor “hip” — especially not that — & I freely admit that. But I was, always, very aware. (Except when females would get their flirt on toward me. In those situations, I vaguely sensed it, but never was I fully certain of their interest. Thus, I never made for their play (& never got any play ’til I paid for it in Romania (sorry, ma!).)  Indeed, I have been almost fully cognizant of what the four letter — pardon my Deadspin speak — refers to as “the now”. Whether it were a film, musical performer, political figure, or otherwise, I was abreast of it. I might not have always cottoned to it (I think back to my dismal view of the White Stripes, pre-Get behind me satan), but I did know it. I was on top of shit.

 Likewise, it appears that Msr Kennedy in GQ has reached the same conclusion: to be aware is to be favoured. Unfortunately, he never makes that final leap. He merely explicates that he is, in fact, “thru being cool”. Instead, he shall be “uncool”. He can now freely & unabashedly watch “Cheers” in re-run, listen to Def Leppard’s “Photograph” (not unlike perhaps the most misapprehended “boarder”, PopTodd, at my erstwhite internet demesne, Obner) — but he… Does he still feel a tiny shame, at the bottom of his psyche, for finding pleasure & valure in such pith, so much drivel? Apparently. Otherwise, would not be that he is “uncool”.

He is, yes, still indulging his self-evaluation in the context of the emo-banged & European carry-all sporting set. Never mind that when I caught the Arcade Fire on SNL, I thought it was the Decemberists — who I take pains to compare to They Might Be Giants (which I thought it were, when I first (& last) heard a Decemberists song on the ipod shuffle at Comet Bar-Cafe). Never mind that the broken ground is barely dented, that the “nouveau” is a re-hash of twenty-years-old quirk. (When in doubt, when you want to play music professional, but not in an orchestra, in a band, you should drop the rock & bring the quirk or kitsch. Sugar-free jazz, anyone? (By-the-by, I love Soul Coughing.)) Never mind that — those who sat up all nite, to buy “Neon Bible” on its first day of sale, are still the driver of respect socially. Thus, pay deference to them.

 I say “nay”, though. Even, “neigh”, in honour of Barbaro. The tastemakers are entitled to their tastes, to have taste even, but to think that they can determine “best” or “tops”, when they themselves, in weaker (read: less self-absorbed) moments will acknowledge that much beyond “Hitler/Pol Pot/Stalin is a monster” is objective, is an insult to the revolution already going on in minds like that of Dan Kennedy. Instead, he should take it all the way, & admit that he is neither “cool” nor “uncool”, that he just is.

Then he can get to the business of being aware, & not just now. That he can, we can, leave to the hipsters.


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