God, I'm Old

Back In my day, I used to read sad-sack crap like this over a veggie burger pita at Dojo, a second-gen cassette of Badmotorfinger playing on my Sony Walkman. At least there's one hopeful platitude in this article, one of the the hipster subjects calls the Flaming Lips theory: “If you stay true to yourself and refine your art, in ten or fifteen years someone’s bound to notice.” Kids today, harumph!

New York Magazine