First of all, shame on the Brooklyn Paper for publishing this bullshit, and shame on Southpaw for booking it. 27-year-old musician Jay Banerjee has organized an event called Hipster Demolition Night, taking place next Thursday and featuring a bunch of no-name garage-rock/power-pop revivalists. “It’s a miniature revolution,” he says, “a revolt against what’s been dominating the scene for far too long.” And what’s that? “Hipster noodling,” obviously. And that’s not even the best part:
“We’re battling hipsters for the quote-unquote underground rock scene. Ninety-five percent of ‘American Idol’ winners that you hear on the radio — that’s not even part of the battleground here.”
It’s not a violent revolution, mind you; Banerjee’s weapon of choice is the guitar, his ammo chord progression, song structure, and “music you can sing along to.”
“I don’t advocate violence, because I don’t hit men with glasses, even Day-Glo orange ones,” said Banerjee.
For most of us, this goes without saying, but here’s the saddest part of all this: They’re not actually battling hipsters for anything. They lost. Those guys always lose. The ones who pride themselves on being rock and roll lifers, the ones who wear shorts on stage and send out press kits with 8×10 glossy photos, the ones who complain about the cool kids simply because they’re not among them, the ones who make lame, outdated generalizations to lame, outdated media outlets in hopes of getting a little bit of attention. Well, here it is. It won’t lead to anything, though. It never does.
Correction: It appears the man in the terrible hat is not Banerjee, but Paul Collins, who I guess I shouldn’t have called a no-name, because he was in The Nerves with Peter Case, which is actually really cool and will presumably make him stand out like a sore thumb.