I am confounded. I had to look up the word confounded just to double check that I actually am confounded. I am currently on a steady diet of hipster dance music, especially remixes. Yet, I don’t want to be a hipster, or I think I don’t want to at this moment. But I think I am turning into a hipster kinda like that 80’s rock/pop/electronic? group was turning Japanese. I also didn’t mention, I am consuming all of this dance music and my ass can’t really dance. I kinda two step and sway. I am not stiff, just awkward, a result of my lack of social interaction for part of my teens: The part of your teen’s where u actually use your body in a dancing manner. I say im awkward just because I'm so self conscious at times but…where the fuck am I going?
OK I guess that just goes to show you I am confounded. I like peppering my writing with words like confound just to change up the flow. Confound is a good word because it shows you have moderate intelligence, enough that you use a word other than confused to tell the world that you are in fact, confused. That is true with many other words and at some point I hope to master this skill, if you would call it that. I came up with a song idea tonight due to my emotions. It has an emo-rock-like long title that will draw attention simply because it goes against the grain of popular culture’s ideas about how long a song title should be. The title is "Fucking Tired of This Hipster Shit”. That is tentative, don’t hold me to it, I reserve the right to politically correct it and buckle beneath the pressure of “The Man” at the record label if I do in fact ever sign to one.
The song will feature such chant-a-long lines as “If you rockin’ size 13’s, better give them shits up!” which will be repeated at particular points in the song. I guess I'm inspired by sing a long, standard dance/club, hip hop influenced remix songs, like the one’s I'm listening to while writing this. “If you rockin size…” means I'm robbing a hipster and taking his ridiculously priced sneakers that are not so ridiculous once you realize that if I had the money I would be buying them too. I believe they call that irony. Oh, I'm catching on with these big words. The whole song will be kinda tongue and cheek and yet introspective. It will be both because I'm not taking myself seriously but I am letting the world know I have insecurities and a desire to in some way be a part of this group. I say I lack the money for these shoes at a time when my wallet looks like it could stop a bullet. I'm literally holding on to $1200 and I guess I just think their are more important things for me to buy at the moment besides designer sneakers. The more important things were apparently a wireless router and a Slingbox so I can watch t.v. on my laptop. Speaking of laptop I used to always think it was labtop but whatever.
I am also at odds with myself at times because I would like to dress the way I truly want to but being a full time hipster is exhausting. Because of this predicament I wear the fashionable but not-as-up-to-date-as-I-would-like stuff. I do this because my money flow is not limitless and it still seems like I'm allergic to getting a job, plus the pollen seems to be out in full force at the moment. I'm sure “true” hipsters hate the word hipster because they think they are too hip to be called a hipster. Or perhaps, they are so far ahead of the curve that they actually laugh at themselves because that's what the masses will find cool 6-12 months from now. Wow, that was deep.
To sum it up or something, I despise the readers of URB as well as the people in the pages, all the while, a URB magazine stares at me from 2 feet away on my bed and my earphones blast at high decibels, the music talked about in URB. I want to be so hip that I despise myself for being so hip. I want to have the music before the artist strums his guitar, flicks a knob or clicks a mouse. I want the news of the helicopter explosion before the Iraqi “insurgents” blow it out of the sky. And I want my expensive kicks to be played out before the third world hands stitch them together. I keep coming with that deep shit, I'm so hip. Geez JK your a poet and you didn’t even know it. Geez, your talking to yourself in third person and referring to your nickname at the same time! Johnathan your so fucking hip! The crowd roars in approval but I tell them to shut up because I'm too hip for that. OK, I went too far, the gimmicks wearing off.
OK, what is the point I'm trying to make? No point really. I just write and whatever comes out, comes out. These are just my honest feelings. “Only a hip person would say that”.