Everybody who went nuts for the Shout Out Out Out Out/Chromeo show last night proved once more that the kids in this town don't know shit from bad chocolate. The Shout Outs reception was especially baffling, but I guess annoyingly repetitve electro jams are all the rage these days. I overheard one of the shows promoters outside the bar saying that all the kids want is to see the Rapture here in a small room, which shows my oft made declaration that Edmonton is a year behind the curve was off by at least three years. Which mean sthat in 2008 or so, the kids wil be clamouring to here a bunch of local bands doing half-assed impressions of the Jam, Wire and The Fall.
Maybe I should make myself clear: I hate this town and I hate all its annoying little fucking scensters with their stupid fucking outfits and downy "ironic" moustasches. I hate their cliquishness, I hate their attitudes and I hate their lemming-like tendancy to regard every shitty trend to come along as the greatest thing ever and themselves as some kind of daring pioneer for wearing short shorts and a headband (here's a tip sweetheart: if you are gonna dress like a '80s aerobics instructor, it helps to have the body of someone who at least excerisices once in a while.) I hate the disgisting displays of mutual masturbation in the pages of the local papers and in the bars. Honestly, if I didn't have some kind of investment in
the scene, I'd bail out, spend my time at home watching movies or reading and only heading out for the odd pint.
I really wish there was something positive to report on. But there is not.
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