Tuesday, November 15, 2011

A Twitter-Tone Poem to Celebrate the End of the Jackpot Scenester Era / Required Reading of the Week: Hipsters and Bobos

It's been too long since we assembled one of our Twitter poems for your reading pleasure, but the sale of the Jackpot seemed a perfect time to engage in a little scenester nostalgia and ask our Twitter army to send us your #favoritejackpotmoments. So here it is: a poem assembled from your tweets (with minor edits and at least one line presented totally out of context for humorous artistic purposes and a few of our own ideas tossed in for good measure). Enjoy!

double-fisting PBR band-beer pitchers the time I got to open for bill Callahan!
drunk metal tom climbing on the stage and karl of the donkey show throwing him off skidding in a puddle of beer
Watching KU win the championship with a packed house.
playing with delta saints and spirit is the spirit.
getting obliterated in the basement then chasing down a punk kid in the alley that stole a mandolin
getting drunk and ignoring the legendary arcade fire show there! #crowdsmakemenervous
Getting a free beer from a guy at a show just because I was a KJHK DJ.
Having a beer with Jason Molina from Magnolia Electric Co before the show, which was amazing. My hero.
John Darnielle politely shushing a cellphone conversation during his set.
BARRR doing an artist talk with like 10 people there.
Win Butler destroying the old drop ceiling with his guitar.
Seeing The Architects punk rock jump, and then come down THROUGH the stage. They had to reinforce that sucker early on.
Opening for Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros in 09'...jackpot was packed Top to bottom, left to right, front 2 back

Seeing Deerhoof, Damien Jurado.
And Arcade Fire. And Black Christmas.
a pretty epic evening with the the antlers
tUnE yArDs rocked it pretty hard

April 15. Such a crazy night.

Shiner Bock on tap.

The time this drunk girl was hanging all over me and E kept referring to her as "Sweaty Boobs"

The time I gave a guy a wedgie while bouncing him-- tore his undies COMPLETELY out of his pants.

Favorite Jackpot moment: Where's my face? On the Jackpot floor. Because Dan Deacon arrived, glowing skull in hand, years ago.

Jackpot bathroom graffiti:


We love articles in which authors try to define the term "hipster," and Sunday's NY-Times piece called "Generation Sell" is certainly worth a read. It argues that "hipsters and bobos are symbiotic" and have combined to produce the following mentality:

"Today’s ideal social form is not the commune or the movement or even the individual creator as such; it’s the small business. Every artistic or moral aspiration — music, food, good works, what have you — is expressed in those terms."

The piece builds to a conclusion that Chip finds terrifying, which is that hipsters (as we know them now) are possibly here to stay:

"...hipsters, who’ve been around for 15 years or so, appear to have become a durable part of our cultural configuration."

1 comment:

Square Jordan said...

Bobo's are what kids called out-of-style basketball shoes (wilsons/spaldings) when I was growing up. Thought I was alone in using it to refer to unhip people.