The fact is that we hit Peak Irony even before the trucker-hat fad, and people who “totally love” Jamie Foxx songs or wear T-shirts with redneck slogans on them are just sucking the bitter dregs. But there will come a time when people stop feeling good only when they’re hating something else, and when it arrives this guy will be our king:
watch to the end, i promise you. no, ALL the way! i weep. i worship. i want to read his 7” reviews.
this is totally like “our generation’s version” of that one hippie doing that one thing in the Woodstock film.
This is great and makes me miss going to festivals.
B-b-but - at ANY GIVEN TIME in ANY GIVEN PLACE at a festival there is someone raving their bollocks off while a load of people sit around nearby. I’ve seen that person. I’ve BEEN that person. So what’s fascinating to me is why it “works” maybe 1 in 1000 times.