Rocking Rock

Caught a rocking rock show last night. A. C. Newman, better known as Carl Newman from the New Pornographers, played a short but sweet set at the Parish. I wish I could write great songs, sing, and perform in front of adoring fans. That seems like a good life, doesn't it? I'm sure I would hate it after a couple of years. The opening bands didn't really blow me away, but, dammit, they showed enthusiasm. They enjoyed themselves. I am a big fan of enthusiasm, though most hipsters seem to disagree with me on that one. If you're lucky enough to be performing for a large crowd, it would be very nice if you occasionally jumped up and down and smiled. That's all I'm asking. Quit trying to be cool. Nobody's cool. Nobody's ever been cool. Nobody will ever be cool.

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