Hipster

[maystone]

I used to have a reputation for being hip. When I was in grad school in my early 40s, the younguns would clamor to hang with me because I was considered to be quite cool. (Actually I think it was the fact that while I was the same age as most of their parents, I had absolutely no interest in acting parental towards any of them.) But now, alas, I call myself a hipster because my fucking hips are killing me. It is to laugh.

I had to get up about an hour ago to take some diclofenac because my hips ached so much that they woke me up. And when I get out of bed during one of these bouts, I shamble across the room like a Hollywood zombie, tipping from one side to other because the hips aren't moving in the way God intended. Plus, you know, there's moaning and mumbling. At least I'm not green and putrefying. Yet.

While waiting for the drugs to kick in (hip! cool!) I cruised around my favorite music sites. I am a slow learner about the wonders available on the internet. It's only been a month since I stumbled (zombie imagery!) across all of these mp3 sites out there. It's been a lovefest.

I've missed music. My kind of music. There's not much available on the radio in these parts, especially considering I have the crappiest car radio in the whole of history of crappy car radios. I truly dislike most of what is on the airwaves that I can pick up. Who the hell foisted emo on the world and how can we adequately punish him? (It's a guy. Let's be real.) Dar thinks I'm a snob, but of course I protest that I am not. It's more that the kind of rock that plays around here is precisely the kind of rock that puts my teeth on edge. At least this experience has helped me to pinpoint why it is that I dislike it. Why, you ask? Well, let me elucidate. Briefly (which is verging on oxymoronic but it's late/early/whatever), I can't abide music that hits the high pitches with voice or instruments. Don't screech at me, please. And for god's sake stop yelling. Oy. And don't attack me with a solid wall of sound - music consists of silence between the notes, too.

Now me and my cranky, creaky hips are going to try to get some rest.

Oh, I had an idea for a TV review column. I'd call it "You damn kids get off my TV!" and there'd be a picture of me waving a cane in my fist at my television; I'd review all the youth oriented shows that I just don't get like Wonder Falls and Veronica Mars and That 70s Show. (Please. I did the 70s. They were nothing like that.) See? I'm waving my cane.

Night all.

Comments

[malterre.livejournal.com]

First, the icon ices the post. Secondly I knew I was old when I had to consult one of the Student workers about
"Who is that celebrity again and why?"

I like Craig Shoemaker's commentary.
"hose me down and put me out, I'm never coming back to coolsville."
Since I never had a residence there it really doesn't impact me :)

[maystone.livejournal.com]

I browse the covers of the tabloids while standing in line at the supermarket, and I have to keep asking, "Who are all those guys?" heh.

[travestine.livejournal.com]

How sad is it that my first thought was "'diclofenac'.. hmm... don't know that one, wonder if it will help the pain in my lower back?" Move over, darling, I'm joining you on the porch (now where's my damn cane? Bet one of those whippersnappers swiped it...damn kids, when I get my hands on ... zzzzz ....)

[maystone.livejournal.com]

Diclofenac is a wonder drug. I have to be careful with it because, like aspirin and Advil, it can do a number on your stomach, but it's the only thing that really, really works on inflamed joints and nerves. Ask your doctor about it, because I bet it would do the trick with your back, sweetie.

[drocera.livejournal.com]

Heh heh! At least you don't have a young teenage kid constantly reminding you exactly how UNcool you really are!

I get back at him by picking him up at school with my pants hiked up to my chest and yelling "come on kiddo - 23 skiddoo!"

[maystone.livejournal.com]

Bwah! And does he slink into the car, groaning, "Moooooooom!"? I live with a teenager, but she's into musicals, so it could be worse. Although I'll probably go to my grave with the soundtrack to Rent playing in the background of my subconscious.

[gatezilla.livejournal.com]

Have you checked out last.fm at all? You can't download - it's strictly a streaming music site - but you can create your own radio station by putting in "play artists similar to xxx". You can also (of course) see what other people are listening to. I'm on there and I think Anna is as well.

[maystone.livejournal.com]

Cool! I'll check it out. Thanks, honey. I'm glad that you're liking Soul Sides; I've been tracking down the links on his blogroll, and I've stumbled across some amazing sites. I'm so excited to have music back in my life.

And really - you were in a jazz bank in high school? So, so neat :)

[gatezilla.livejournal.com]

I love that icon!

Yeah, I played piano in the jazz band. We did more pop than jazz, really, but it was fun. The best thing I did was get picked for the District jazz band festival - we did real jazz and blues and we had an amazing director. That's where I found my Count Basie love.

[saintpip.livejournal.com]

I *completely* agree with you about the music! And as for the hips, mine do the same thing some mornings if I stay on my side too long. *sigh* Would yoga help? I keep pondering it, and even have a tape, but 'procrastination' is my middle name, so pondering is only as far as I ever get. *L*

[maystone.livejournal.com]

I've tried yoga, but I need to find a better teacher. I have arthritis in my knees and hips and back, so some of those movements are just torture; she never really seemed happy to accomodate those of us who weren't as agile as the rest of the class.

[lud99.livejournal.com]

Music? Ah, don't get me started; but, since I have....

Seattle used to be the home of some great, unique music--years before Nirvana. No promoters or labels ever trolled here for "new talent," so bands just played what they knew and liked knowing they would never Make It. Our local freeform radio station played everything local, international of every possible genre. And then grunge became corporate pop!

All those great dives? Gone. That great radio station? Paul Allen bought it & its once staggering playlist has only emo, power pop or singer/songwriter ilk. I call it bubble gum pop or pop pablum-- music to while away at your cubicle, making money for B. Gates, et al. When I see those ridiculous, forgettable bands on SNL I totally lose it. Where is the rebellion, musicianship, creativity in those slick posers?

My salvation? I can listen online to wfmu in NYC/NJ, the last holdout for truly freeform music.

Rant over.

Lud