Tao Lin and the online entity known as “Carles” who may or may not be a real human being with actual “non-ironic” emotions came together and made this little ditty.
Mixing together floating pieces of various spoken word, it displays the vulnerability so often displayed by Carles on his famous blog “Hipster Runoff”. The song, beat-wise, hearkens back to the blog house era of 2007. Even the melody is there, but in a dance way. It adds emotional depth to an already overwhelmingly angst-ridden song.
Actually, it is pretty good. Personally, I enjoy Tao’s voice more than Carles’, but that’s just a personal preference. Tao is probably the most interesting person to come out of the Generation Y field of writers. I know this because the New York Times dumped on his book Richard Yates. For the New York Times to even do that is a big deal, showing that he’s moved up to the next rung on the literature ladder.
Carles is the zeitgeist of our times. His brilliant, post-emo, post-ironic scrawls on his website “Hipster Runoff” have become so popular that people often hover around his site, waiting in vain to claim ‘first’, showing how relevant they are to the blog-o-sphere. Unlike Tao, the New York Times appears to have a grudging respect for him. They admitted as much when the stated they deliberately used the word “Hipster” in their articles to gain more readership, because hey, Hipsters like reading about other Hipsters.
I came to the party late for Jesus Christ the Indie Band. Hopefully this band didn’t die for music’s sins, since it doesn’t appear like anything new has been done on their twitter thing for nigh on a year. Maybe that’s part of the reason 2010 hasn’t been as exciting, because we’re still waiting for Jesus Christ the Indie Band to rise from the dead and bring peace on Earth. Perhaps we’ll be able to witness the second coming this year, when it finally tweets its 11th tweet and releases that EP.
But I know no matter what happens Jesus Christ the Indie Band won’t disappoint its father, who thrust this upon his young son.