(by october 2009, “jogabot” was on its last legs)
(ames provided me with a list of brooklyn hipster venues)
(i’ve got a word or two for all these hipper-than-thou brooklyn nightspots)
lemme letya in on a little secret. they are all managed by goofballs who pine for the days of hardcore punk rock. how about instead of making burgeoning bands bring their entire backstories to each and every gig, try attracting some clientele to your establishment so that the brand new bands can actually build a fanbase? because as a bandleader myself, how i hate the task of dredging up anyone and everyone from my past just to see me cringe-inducingly express myself under the white-hot spotlight. only to have a fast-aging femihipsters criticize my outift! how’s that for hell? talk about eternal recurrence!
i sincerely believe that hipster brooklyn is the final refuge of those underappreciated cute girls from high school who were never really given a chance to shine. well lemme letya in on another little secret. there’s a REASON they weren’t given that chance. and it’s all my fault actually.
now i hear they’ll fina ya for putting out flyers!
(what kinda hipster totalitarian regime is this?)
and how exactly can one infiltrate it without getting hurt?
(emotionally or otherwise)