A Hypothesis on Comfort and Art Consumption
Will and I were talking about how he sold more comics at Chicago shows — CAKE and Zinefest — than he did at the big MPLS comic/art extravaganza this year, Autoptic. It was a great show, we both agreed, but, he says, “There are the local people who go to every show, and they’re very supportive. But casual attendees in Minneapolis look and don’t buy anything.”
Hypothesis: Having a cramped, expensive urban living space correlates positively with strong support of a more experimental, transient arts scene, i.e., zine/punk/counterculture that is not rooted in more mainstream glossy publications.
Corollary: The nicer apartment we live in, the fewer punks we know. Also, we know fewer and fewer people with that peripheral experience of counterculture.
Secondary corollary: I can’t stay up late for punk shows anymore, so I go on the internet.
Tertiary corollary: I am rarely surprised by what I find on the internet anymore, so I should buy more art, even if it’s weird and ephemeral.
Obtuse Lyrics of Christmas Pop Songs
- "Christmas comes this time each year."
- "There won’t be snow in Africa this Christmastime."
- "War is over if you want it."
- "From now on our troubles will be miles away."
- "Tonight thank god it’s them instead of you."
I know I should be format painting this document
But all I can think about is how my love for Wes Anderson and Sofia Coppola represents my commodity fetishism and maybe I should write an essay about that but somebody probably has already.