a quick note

I must say that, in the world I live in, full of academics, intellectuals, capitalism, hipsters, vegans, post 9/11 bullshit, big business, cops, social norms, indie rock, black holes, impeding doom, scientology, the type of stuff meant to turn a man into a mouse, still, after all these years. nothing beats Black Sabbath. And eating pork with your hands.

Does This Ever Happen To You?

(This is a chapter from the book of short-stories I'm currently working on, "Everyday I Write The Book")

You’re on the Subway or doing whatever the fuck you do all day. You sit down, examine your surroundings and maybe you notice somebody slightly attractive or interesting looking. You find yourself looking at a young woman sitting across from you on the G train who is both kinda pretty and wearing anshoulder bag that you identify as a piece of merchandise from the indie rock band Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. You wonder why the fuck anyone would like Clap Your Hands Say Yeah especially all these pretty girls, specifically this one.You wonder if the fact that you are wearing a Pixies shirt makes you somehow appealing to the pretty girl. In the indie rock hierarchy, the Pixies are like the Beatles of the genre, totally groundbreaking and archetypal (especially Doolittle, my favorite record of all time). CYHSY are a band that are supposedly “from Brooklyn” who were a flavor-of-the month at least a year before this incident, and make their living playing music that attempts a goofy marginal contemporary version of bands like the Pixies. “Does this Pixies shirt make me cool to the Clap Your Hands girl?” This is the kind of conundrum that goes with living in Brooklyn nowadays, or at least Williamsburg, East Williamsburg and every area that has been eaten by Williamsburg and it’s well-dressed, good-looking, condo-building gentrifi-nation. “Hey, you appear to be vaguely interested in indie rock, have you ever heard of the fucking Pixies?”