I had a conversation with my friend Michael on Saturday night. He's a 70 year old man from Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn and after my brief rant on how Brooklyn has changed for the worse, with me taking down anything in skinny jeans and ironic frames, sipping kale smoothies and $12 cruelty-free lattes, he calmly offered this:
"Leave the kids alone. Just as you will never experience my Brooklyn, they will never experience yours. This is their Brooklyn. Why aggravate yourself?"
People have been saying this to me for years, and while I know my ire is unreasonable, I still have trouble with "the hipster" and it's irony. I tried to take Michael's advice. He's not wrong, just as all those other friends and acquaintances weren't wrong when they offered like advice. I'm working on it. It should be easy enough to just laugh off seeing a 24 year-old with a Smith Brothers beard and Lew Wasserman frames, weighing 68 pounds soaking wet, walking his cat on a leash while sporting a "Brooklyn: East New York" tee shirt, except if this kooky kat had actually been walking along Lefferts Avenue, the odds are slim that he would have survived the stroll unscathed.
But I digress.
I decided at the end of my conversation with Michael to cease obsessing over "the hipster."
Then, I saw this--
Due out on May 13th, this compilation of "today's best artists" includes:
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
and, for you old-timers, Kristin Hersh and Juliana Hatfield.
Now you may be thinking, "What do Brooklyn and hipsters and kale have to do with Wes Anderson?" Not much, actually. I happen to like a few Wes Anderson movies and always loved the music he used on the soundtracks. I can't explain the correlation. Maybe you can. Most of you lot always seem to understand where I'm coming from.
For now though, I seem to be off the wagon. Sorry Michael.
(And yet, I feel better now. Heh.)