The World means You to me

Adrian is graduating college: nice job! CalBap won't be the same, nor should it be, without you. I miss you, and will try and make it out asap.

Coocher-chella is going down. I'm over it--sounds like a bunch of lame crap this year anyway. Sorry to the fans of Arctic Monkees and Bratmobile or whoever's playing. Yeah, Bjork's played-out, too, so skratch that one. What music is good anymore? I'm probably too old to know, but I have to say that many things mid-'90s were fine, fine musically. I've been thinking about this, about why this is, and I've narrowed it down to something. (I think what I'm about to say is one of my main looked-for things in music now that I've nailed it down.) I don't really think I like music that's ironic. That's why I was so into hardcore and all that midwest indierock from back then. That's probably why I've been less into the northwest music, traditionally: it had a bead on the culture, and the culture was ironic. For a long time I thought that my mid-'90s faves were looking back to non-ironic times, but now I'm beginning to see that they were really avant-garde in their tone. It's too bad that they all tired to court the mall-punk clique and had to pay the morgage with fluff. My favorite Joan of Arc stuff isn't the weirdest, or most normal-sounding: I can trace my favorite to least-favorite directly through the levels of irony in each album. Maybe that's a lie. Offically, this post marks my irrevokable foray into the land of has-beens (or never-wases). Sad day, sad day.