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May 12, 2006
Now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that.
Apparently, this Saturday, May 13, if you rise and shine early (like 8am), and come to the Cinderblock Gallery (931 E. Main in Louisville), you will find yourself at a "hipster yard sale."
Reader, I am there. I've noticed that my hipster collection is looking a little worn these days, and I'm hoping to score some real finds. For example, I could definitely use a skinny-jeaned flat-ass PBR swiller to stand on my front porch, warning all who enter that my scene is so over (bonus points for '70s aviator shades). I am reasonably sure that I can find one for less than a dollar, so I might get two. They can argue over desert island Guided By Voices b-sides while stenciling my sidewalk. Just don't let them inside, or I'll have to bait my steel-jaw traps with rare Pumas and ski jackets.
I hear there'll be a whole crate of fired Pitchfork writers, three for a buck!
If you get there before me and find a collectible discontinued hipster, like maybe Adam Brody or that guy from the Strokes, will you grab it for me? I'll owe you a quarter, thanks!
update: Speaking of hipsters, adorable Matt Anthony has finally updated his blog. There's nothing hipper than singing '70s pimps.
Posted by eek at May 12, 2006 01:23 PM
Comments
What was all the brouhaha over Pitchfork, anyhoo? I never got a handle on that scandal.
I live in a studio, so if you could get me a compact hipster with an Advanced State of Condescension and lots of hair in his kohled eyes, I'd really appreciate it. Make sure he's tiny enough to fit under a futon. I'll pay for shipping and handling.
Posted by: monkey at May 12, 2006 02:22 PM
"Make sure he's tiny enough to fit under a futon."
They always are, Monks.
Posted by: eek at May 12, 2006 02:33 PM
I guess that's why I was never hip; I don't fit under a futon.
Posted by: yournamehere at May 13, 2006 02:01 AM
The hipster yard sale was very disappointing. No hipsters for sale just some very dirty, worn 70s puffy winter coats, unicorn collectibles (I heart baby uniorns, too) and a instructional book on how-to-play rockabilly guitar riffs.
disappointing. poorly attended. I felt bad for all the participants who skipped indir-night-out last night to prepare and sticker their wares...
Posted by: Bethmerica at May 13, 2006 02:00 PM
i wish you had a weekly radio spot
Posted by: Brigid at May 14, 2006 04:51 PM
I wish I had a pony.
Posted by: eek at May 14, 2006 07:37 PM