Timeless world of leaky similes
Jan. 16th, 2010 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezSo the thing that gave me pause when I announced that one could go out and buy a book with words that I'd written in it, was the subset of people who went 'Jolly good, I'll buy one from you at Whitby.' As if I were some no-mark bedroom g*th band with a bag of CD-Rs and/or an 'internet fetish model', and this was just an epic vanity project that I was financing myself so people could blow smoke up my arse about being A Writer.
Which, no.
The obvious view is that those people are steeped in the history of the punk rock, where doing it your bloody self and fuck The Man is the entirely correct thing to do. (See Albini's 'Some of your friends are already this fucked'. It's old, but I don't think it's even slightly out of date.) Hell, I'm steeped in punk and DIY culture and most of my favourite records would make The Man shit himself with hatred, which is perhaps why I like them. Yet here I am, being all Yog's Law compliant, as if I were some shiny twonk fresh from stage-school and ready to bend right over so I can sound like Arctic Patrol or Tenchy Sillyboy or the Pigeon Botherers. About as punk rock as Chris fucking Coldplay.
So what's the difference? Are we having cognitive dissonance yet? Answer that and stay fashionable.
Skiffy publishing != The Music Industry. (Though I suspect it's all owned by the same six corporates. Hurrah for blue-sky synergies.)
I'm just not entirely sure why, yet. I suspect it's because SF is already its own DIY scene, so to consciously work outside that is the sort of Individualist Anarchist thinking that misses the point of Collectivism. Or, to put it another way, if all you have is a pile of Crass records, every other problem can be solved by delving through the small ads in Maximum Rock&Roll. Or, if you will, the subcultures have a problem with impedance matching.
Or maybe I should stop mixing coffee and patent medicines. Yes. Perhaps that would be best.
Which, no.
The obvious view is that those people are steeped in the history of the punk rock, where doing it your bloody self and fuck The Man is the entirely correct thing to do. (See Albini's 'Some of your friends are already this fucked'. It's old, but I don't think it's even slightly out of date.) Hell, I'm steeped in punk and DIY culture and most of my favourite records would make The Man shit himself with hatred, which is perhaps why I like them. Yet here I am, being all Yog's Law compliant, as if I were some shiny twonk fresh from stage-school and ready to bend right over so I can sound like Arctic Patrol or Tenchy Sillyboy or the Pigeon Botherers. About as punk rock as Chris fucking Coldplay.
So what's the difference? Are we having cognitive dissonance yet? Answer that and stay fashionable.
Skiffy publishing != The Music Industry. (Though I suspect it's all owned by the same six corporates. Hurrah for blue-sky synergies.)
I'm just not entirely sure why, yet. I suspect it's because SF is already its own DIY scene, so to consciously work outside that is the sort of Individualist Anarchist thinking that misses the point of Collectivism. Or, to put it another way, if all you have is a pile of Crass records, every other problem can be solved by delving through the small ads in Maximum Rock&Roll. Or, if you will, the subcultures have a problem with impedance matching.
Or maybe I should stop mixing coffee and patent medicines. Yes. Perhaps that would be best.
