Indie kids are a rare breed . The scene is like the perfect balance of scummy skaters and dirty, chi-balancing, tree-fucking hippies. Personally I love it to death, but it leaves me with so many questions. Why do all Indie girls dress like teenage victims from 1970’s slasher movies? Why do we all have to wear Thurston Moore sunglasses? Why does Kim Gordon look like Iggy Pop with tits? And why is there a mass Indie Kid exodus to Pitchfork Music Festival every single year?

These questions are hard. But every single year I find myself amidst LSD guzzling hippies listening to music no one has ever heard of, smoking too much pot, and drinking too much malt liquor.

It’s a nice experience. There’s good music and there’s terrible music. There are hulking gangster rap stars performing in front of 15,000 gangly, dreadfully pale and skinny Indie kids. Gleefully playing along as if they aren’t gangly, dreadfully pale, skinny Indie kids.
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