Why do scenesters and hipsters always look the same? Why do you have to have a beard, tight jeans and some faded overpriced vintage t-shirt on in order to be taken seriously by the "independent scene"? Why do you have to look any part? I'm a casual dresser, jeans, shirts, shoes, and underwear but people look at me like I'm some disease at cool little rock shows. My friend Kelly and I talk about this all the time. We're just happy being ourselves looking like the dorky filmmakers that we are. I mean look at Julian Schnabel. He wore sweatpants and a flannel shirt to the SAG awards where his film The Diving Bell and the Butterfly was honored. When he stood up to accept the award he remarked that he didn't know anyone in the room yet the place was full of the current who's who of Hollywood. That's reassuring to me. I've always been proud of the work I do. I meet so many people who just dip into their trust fund all the time to make their projects. I meet so many people who just know people and never actually create any art. I see these hipsters buried three deep at the Hi Dive bar and wonder how hard they actually are trying to look like they are some eccentric creative genius. Then I remember that I've never seen any of their work, heard any of their music, and all they are is just someone who's trying too hard.
My three new favorite bands are Cloud Cult, The Dodos, and Fleet Foxes. I owe the tip of Fleet Foxes to my new friend Laurie. She hit the nail on the head with that one. The Dodos are playing in Denver on Monday. I'm a little "showed" out right now but I'm trying to reach out to them to see if we can go take some photos and shoot a little acoustic performance in a car wash during the day.
Last night my friend Jimmy's band Dualistics played at the Bluebird in Denver. Yet another venue afflicted with poor lighting.
Do these photos of my room and living space make me "hip"?
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