Spotting an outbreak of graffiti in a Kansas City suburb earlier this week threw me into a bout of bittersweet nostalgia. As an alienated teen, I became obsessed with The Clash for about eighteen months. The band epitomized my inchoate rebellious instincts. Confessing to my former naiveté is a bit embarrassing, but the band's first three albums served as my code during that time. If I was 16 years old today there's little doubt I'd be tagging OFWGKTA's name in my neighborhood. The hip hop collective's obscene nihilism is tailor-made for disaffected American youth in 2012. I'm more than a little bit jealous of the kids responsible for the vandalism pictured above.
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Appropriately creepy photos highlight my review of Friday's Scott Ian-less Anthrax concert.
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"Batteries", the latest song and video from XV, is disappointing.
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Chairlift take me nowhere.
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No Mayhem 2012 date in KC? I feel like a spurned teen.
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Heems' Nehru Jackets is one of my favorite new releases of the month. "Burritos 'til I die!"
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Attention
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Kansas City Click: My official picks are published here.
(Original image by There Stands the Glass.)
2 comments:
There's should be no shame for loving The Clash. You're right about Odd Future. As a grown up, they seem a little ridiculous, but I bet my 16 year old self would have loved it.
No shame, Barleywhiner, just a bit of disaffection. I don't listen to The Who much anymore, either. Thanks for your comment.
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