I am SOOOOOOO uncool…
… and I’m trying to figure out why.
My copy of Howl and othe poems was bought at City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco, yet I am not cool.
When someone asks me to play music from the 80s, I play “Transmission” and not “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” yet I am not cool.
I can handle my booze and other sundries, yet I am not cool.
I have a fashion sense of my own, yet I am not cool.
I regularly attend indie music gigs, yet I am not cool.
I own a first edition of The Great Shark Hunt and a print of Hunter S. Thompson signed by Thompson and shot by William S. Burroughs, yet I am not cool.
I actually graduated from university and can speak in Latin, yet I am not cool.
I have worked for mobsters and international fugitives and been considered a dangerous man, yet I am uncool.
I know who Theodor Adorno is and actually understand what Marshall McLuhan was all about, yet I am not cool.
I can sing and play guitar and (with a gun to my head) drums, yet I am not cool.
I am a music journalist, yet I am not cool.
I have made a movie, produced a play, and recorded an album, yet I am not cool.
Maybe it’s time I stopped hanging out with 20-yr-old girls…
This entry was posted on July 28, 2009 by Baron S. Cameron. It was filed under Straight from The Bear's loud mouth (insane ramblings disguised as social commentary) and was tagged with Baron S. Cameron, British Columbia, Canada, contrarian, loud mouth, loudmouth bear, vancouver, writing.