I'm 28 and I feel like I'm already way out of the loop socializationally. I think I'm semi-with it when it comes to the internet stuff, music today and fashion. However, I went to a local hip hop show (which shall remain nameless) and I would have been the oldest one there if it hadn't been for my cohorts who rolled up with me in the VW bus and each had about 5 years on me. It wasn't the hip hop show I'm used to. It was more Kanye West inspired, meaning the dance floor was peppered with underage white hipster chicks who (to my surprise) actually had rhythm and salted with really tall white dudes with tight ass jeans and the high-priced and high-topped limited edition Nikes that you know some chinese kid spent 10 minutes on and never thought of again. Smoking on the well-lit patio put me in the spotlight to be scrutinized by the popular bitch who just got hip to hip hop and thinks I'm a square. "I'm a fucking vet" I think to myself and simultaneously envision dousing her Cat Power bangs with Magic Hat. She must know some of the samples playing in the background but the others, she was probably conceived to and didn't even know existed until rock and roll plummeted starting with Dashboard Confessional. All these thoughts make me feel old as shit and I look down at my brown/amber beer and realize its all over. That beer used to be piss colored, tiny bubbly and furnished by horny thuglets. Now, I only drink the good shit on my own tab? I look over at the Debbie Harry wannabes and decide its time to bounce, take up Shuffleboard and retire to FLA.
Lady Chavez
6 comments:
girl...you ain't old. i'm young as fuck. a little balder and fatter than i used to be. but i'll fuck up a teenie bopper for sure. them kids don't know how to do the damn thang. plus, i'm the white rick ross...never gets old.
I know! This was the only time it ever happened (me feeling ancient and suddenyl uncool) and it hasn't happened since but needless to say I will not be going to that particular show again, give me some Wu-Tang or some shit
girl what show you talkin bout? and where was it? The Wave? i thought i told you goin there without me was out of the question. going there at all should be out of the question. they might as well line up cribs next to the stage and pass out baby bottles. no veteran, true-to-life (aka keepin it reaaaal), hip hop veteran would be caught dead there - and that's why you felt out of place. ....anyhow, i'll be Sophie if you be Rose!
it was not the wave...and I am Blanche girl, you know this...old and slutty
haha - yes, you are Blanche. Remember tho - you said it, not me....
Girl.. I know this. I went to a show at Asbury Park (all ages!) and I felt OLD AS SHIT. None of the girls had crows feet and they finger nails were painted black (um, 1996 called..)
Le Sigh
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