Generational Dislocation

You know how your getting old? It's when you finally realise girls aren't complicated, they're just fucked up. It's when you realise your best friend is going to fuck the girl you had your eye on and were playing it cool with in the bed you were supposed to be sleeping in, leaving you with nothing but ball-ache and a long taxi ride across town. It's when you find yourself stood outside the 'hippest' club in town chaining off rollies thinking you'd rather be at home alone watching Peepshow on a laptop on your chest. It's the same thing that drives the DJ's inside the club to program Italo-Disco nights; their need for musical anachronism (claimed as somehow new) is fuelled by the same sense of dissatisfaction and contempt for contemporaries and contemporaniety. This sense of mid-twenties generational dislocation is to be differentiated from what makes teenagers potentially creative, or at least interesting subjects for Larry Clark movies. It doesn't drive kids to angst-ridden statementally heroic acts of genius/idiocy. It's what drives people in their twenties to spend whole mornings self-satisfiedly engaged in Blue Peter style acts of 'creativity' in order to don costumes every other weekend just so that they can bosh gurners guilt-free and dance to 80's 12 inch remixes from an era just too early and feel safe in the knowledge that it's ok to do that stuff if you don't really mean it. To be irony-clad is to be out of one's time. I guess as you get even older the feeling morphs into 'real' nostalgia as opposed to nostalgia for something you couldn't even legitimately pretend to have witnessed. Boomer's buy 10 cd Grateful Dead comps, this gen buys into sub-par Batman remakes and movies about toys they remember their older brothers had but they were too small to play with. It's the same feeling that drives kids like me to write these kind of State of the Union Addresses and think that anyone gives a shit.

Occasionally though some bastard does something so beautiful, even if it does contain a certain amount of irony and anachronism, it gives you hope for not only for Art after the triumph of postmodernity but for humanity itself. http://www.myspace.com/sweetbreadsounds