Then I went to New York for graduate school, and the Nineties were all about Morton Feldman and Pierre Schaeffer and other avant-garde opportunities for the display of marathon patience. With my new cohort of friends I sought out performances that might involve a pianist slamming down his instrument’s lid or shouting “Ha!” after a long silence, presumably according to instructions given on the sheet music. We were inspired by Theodor Adorno’s idea that if music is to be considered art, and is to be a veracious witness to its era, it must ipso facto be difficult. We ordered CDs from labels in Maastricht and Berlin that promised us “clicks and cuts,” “sonic rhizomes,” and something they called “glitches,” which were for a while hailed as the equivalent to turntable scratches, but unlike scratching vinyl, which made early hip-hop continuous with the deconstructive aesthetics of the cut-up, the manipulation of a damaged compact disc sounds like nothing but an error, like a new technology that has gotten stuck.
Say what you will, but was just talking with my fellow latch-key Gen-X buddies from southern MN and this was our exact experience as well.
Wonder if the writer ever drank from a hose.
These are the spokesmen for our generation:
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We weren't even supposed to post here today. (Different characters, I know, but still)
Love it.
Also:
“You know, there's a million fine looking women in the world, dude.But they don't all bring you lasagna at work.Most of 'em just cheat on you.”
Also also:
“Pack o' wraps, my brotherman, time to kick back, drink some beers and shmoke some weed!”
The oral sex exchange is still my favorite.
"My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!"
"In a row?"
"Hey try not to suck any **** on the way thru the parking lot!"
(Slacker begins walking towards her)
"Hey! Hey you!"
So good.
I went down a Kevin Smith rabbit hole when I saw Clerks 3 (which I enjoyed) a while back. His interviews and college talks are great. And there’s a lot of them from the self-described media *****.
Kevin Smith is definitely in my personal Gen X Hall of Fame.
The oral sex exchange is still my favorite.
"My girlfriend sucked 37 dicks!"
"In a row?"
"Hey try not to suck any **** on the way thru the parking lot!"
(Slacker begins walking towards her)
"Hey! Hey you!"
38! Woo-Hoo!!!![]()
It's a total win-win!She never loved you, though!