Proud to be a fan of

I was not proud afterward, because the some other kids brought in Smells like Teen Spirit and a Weird Al song.

(i.e., Dee, why would you be trying to seek cred in the first place?)

OTM.

(except... rra123's myspace says he's 23...)

FWIW, I like some of the music you like, I don't like some of it. I do know what I'm missing, I don't need you telling me. I'm old enough to make my own mind up. You trying to evangelise Duran Duran to a world that doesn't give a fuck is no different to people telling you you should be listening to whatever hipster bollocks these mythical gatekeepers of musical taste are on about, just because you have some sort of idea that your taste is more worthy yet less regarded because it's not banged on about in certain circles.

I take advice and pointers from certain threads and certain posters on ILM, but I don't live my life by it.

(xpost oh, people are taking this seriously! erm, I kinda like some Duran Duran in a poppy inoffensive nothing kind of way, but they aren't really my idea of a starting point for a musical worldview, put it that way. Perhaps that's my problem, but I'm not going to start re-evaluating them as a potential Bestest Band Ever any more than I want to start listening to, well, anything else)

OTM.

Funny how it is that the harder one grasps for music hepster credibility, the less human credibility one retains. It's the "hepster glass ceiling".

I was blasting "Kites Are Fun" in my front yard a few summers ago while knocking back a few beers and one of my neighbors came up to me and instead of telling me that I was a big poncey pinko faggot, which is certainly what I was expecting, he very sheepishly admitted that he loved that song from the good old days of AM radio.

At which point I told him in something of an intentionally obtuse way "yeah, you really have to love the TREBLE on this song!"

It was quite literally the only bit of sentimentality I have ever seen on the part of that particular neighbor, who is normally seen squandering entire weekends fixing his two hopelessly worthless cars (using parts he crows about getting on the cheap at the junkyard), yelling at his kids (and reminding them that they too are worthless) or blathering on at considerable length, invariably about something that I don't care about (or have such opposing views on that it is pointless to even begin to try to explain them).

Point is (maybe), I am proud of everything I am a fan of. And it makes for special moments like these.

Whats even more odd is I love Duran Duran and other new wave bands and I know TONS of other people who do and always have as well - the 80s new wave scene's always been a big thing, esp amongst goths.

I'd wonder if it is isolation where you live maybe but then I grew up in a coutry town before the internet existed and I was perfectly happy to squirrel out all kinds of weird, wonderful and totally commercially banal music without feeling like anyone was going to judge me for it. It's a bit worrying you really feel that way. I don't understand it at all - and I say that acknowledging that some people on ILM can be pretty mean/picky/arrogant at times.

so, yeah.

and i don't wanna hurt their feelings and be like no this song really sucks so i just go along

OK now that I dont do. In fact I take rather meanspirited pride in saying "that song is shit". Well, to some people. Heh. I'm not doing my argument much favours now am I.

and she was like, oh you don't like this song?

and i just couldn't - i was like yeah i guess it's pretty

i remember once i had this epiphany about The Breeders. it was like 8 or so years into my dedication to them and i realized how much that said about me. like i discovered them when i was really young and never lost interest. it gave me this weird sense of identity. cool stuff.