“ After all, in the rubble of this fury, what remains for artists and bohemians who are legitimately trying to be part of a counterculture? You get the sense that if Jimi Hendrix were to show up in Echo Park today, he’d be publicly mocked in a style section piece on blipsters for wearing a feathered fedora. Duchamp would have given up as soon as he appeared on dadaist-or-douchebag.com. And Warhol would be demonized as a hipster gentrifier for setting up his factory in a Brooklyn warehouse. Critics continue to complain that we live in an era where all art is derivative and devoid of substance. But if Hendrix, Duchamp, or Warhol were alive today, we’d be doing our damnedest to derail their self-expression, dismissing them as fucking hipsters.
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Robert Lanham in “Look at This Fucking Hipster Basher”
This is the best articulation I’ve ever seen of the problem with Hipster Bashing: If you’re partaking, you probably 1)are/were one and 2)would rather complain than try to make anything yourself.
(via raptoravatar)
Bold emphasis mine, and with good reason. Very often our friend over at “Synaptic Burble Baubles & Infinite Ammo,” which is a name I like saying way too much, comes out with an absolute gem about the way we conduct ourselves. If all of us put one-tenth of the energy we put into snark into something constructive or creative, we’d have a much richer community.
That’s why I’m glad to be back on the writing horse, and I cannot wait to see what you come up with.
