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:: Where the streets have no shame ::
Thursday, July 01, 2004
 There are two very cogent reasons not to write what I'm about to write.
1) "Open letters" as writing devices are collectively a crutch.
2) The topic to which this open letter pertains is fairly played out.
Here is my rebuttal:
1) Writing? You think I have writing standards? You're crazy. You so crazy they should come cart you away to the loony bin with all the other crazy people who have crazy dentures and write crazy haiku with their own feces and have crazy roundtable discussions about the merits of pecan butter vs. pistachio butter and their effects on the devaluation of the crazy Argentinian peso - the wackiest currency on earth.
2) I don't care if it's played out, I'm riled up. In fact, I'm so apoplectic that I'm going to break a long-standing policy and drop a f-bomb proxy so thinly veiled as to be unambigious (as opposed to say, "&!@#*" - I think when using a symbolic proxy for a curse word the "@" is sacrosanct, so I'm going to keep that, but all other symbols are hereby discarded in an act of such temerity that I may live to regret it).
So I'm writing an open letter. It will be short.
An open letter to logy hipsters:
Did you find yourself at Irving Plaza last night? Did you notice that there was a Hip-hop / UK Garage show featuring Dizzee Rascal and The Streets? Furthermore, did you notice that the music was very lound and indescribably booty-shaking? See, I noticed that you noticed it, because I saw you slowly nodding your head in acknowledgement, and maybe even reserved, cautious, dare I say jaded, approval. And that's all you did.
DANCE MOTHERF@CKERS! I mean it. Just because I have an aversion to denim and you to unironic polo shirts doesn't mean we have to be enemies.
I know this has been expressed before. I just had to vent.
Posted by morland @ 12:22 PM
:: Comments ::
um...did morland just castigate others for not dancing? at a concert?
that's rich.
Posted by: dr. glasses on July 2, 2004 04:25 PM
When the muse moves me, I will shake it. You witnessed this once at Bowery Ballroom, but I can't blame you for blocking it out, given the terrificly spastic movements which passed for "dancing".
Posted by: morland on July 3, 2004 10:03 AM
you dance, motherf@cker.
Posted by: graham on July 13, 2004 07:14 PM
i once saw morland place a boombox on some concrete, next to a crowd of about 50 18-year old college freshmen experiencing their first day of school. he then pumped it full blast and, with the help of two backup dancers,
brought down the house. if by house i mean dorm.
Posted by: liggett 3 RA on July 13, 2004 07:16 PM
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