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There are also still a bunch of people who came up with that stuff the first time around who thanks to the Western world’s lowered standards for what constitutes adult behavior are hitting their thirties still concerned about whether or not they’re still cool and with it, and that could be a problem. They have a vested interest in throwing the golden glow of nostalgia–excellent for covering up blemishes–on a period of time that was not exactly paradise or anything for the sake of impressing the new regime of who decides what’s cool and what’s not. It’s not even necessarily a conscious thing, something I consider after finding myself defending bands that I knew at the time to be terrible.
Nope. Daniel Faraday, that car is not like punk rock by any stretch of the imagination. If it or the commercial you’re hawking it in are challenging anything they’re challenging how much you believe that “the underground” didn’t sell its own self out as soon as someone waved a check under its nose. Nice try, though. Now back to the Island with you. Tell your partner Miles that we all hope that ghost-talker thing of his becomes relevant at some point.
