the indie-rock heyday that sprung up around The Strokes and The White Stripes et al.
" ... as part of the recent, scales-righting semi-movement known as 'poptimism.'"
And perhaps even more pointedly relevant to the New York scene that Goodman’s book memorializes, no one really knows—or gives a fuck about—where bands are from anymore. We all live on the internet now; cities and scene mean little to those outside of them. The most vibrant “scene” of the past decade is SoundCloud.
Don't look at me like that
Like you think I'm some wine twat
I like it
I sit in me house a lot
Eventually you get an idea, little shit
Go and listen to some fucking garage punk, you pointy little tit
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