"Contrary to what you may have heard from Henry Rollins or/and Ian MacKaye and/or anyone else who joined a band after working in an ice cream shop, you can't really learn much about a person based on what kind of music they happen to like. As a personality test, it doesn't work even half the time. However, there is at least one thing you can learn: The most wretched people in the world are those who tell you they like every kind of music "except country." People who say that are boorish and pretentious at the same time. All it means is that they've managed to figure out the most rudimmentary rule of pop sociology; they know that hipsters gauge the coolness of others by their espoused taste in sound, and they know that hipsters hate modern country music. And they hate it because it speaks to normal people in a tangible, rational manner. Hipsters hate it because they hate Midwesterners, and they hate Southerners, and they hate people with real jobs."
--from 'Fargo Rock City
' author Chuck Klosterman's new book, 'Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs
,' which, despite the lame title, is really good. Or, as Klosterman might say, now that he's got a little confidence, really fucking good. One of my lasting regrets after moving from Akron is that I never tried to contact him and, y'know, hang out.