Old Style

I think that everyone who ever ever set foot in limerick's junction or the unicorn (when you could still smoke inside) cannot help but have an emotional reaction to Peter, Bjorn, and John's song, Young Folks. You hear the catchy whistle, the nubile Lykke Li, and the general Scandinavian musical stylings and immediately there you are again, sweating your balls off, wearing flannel, clutching a Red Headed Slut, and dancing with that boy that you still cannot get off your mind.
It was Joni's Birthday this evening. We went to Guu, made a half assed attempt at going to a chonga bar, and instead wound up at 340. Despite what had turned into a pretty pitiful excuse for an "Alt*" night, we managed to have a pretty fantastic sweaty time. But best of all, just as I was heading to the door, coat in hand, that fated song came on and I quickly b-lined it back to Stormey (and Kolin, or all people - obviously this was a night for reminiscing) for an other go at it. I'm not the first person whose told this story, in fact, I've herd about this happening on three different accounts. Why is it that its so intrinsic in our memories of whatever hipster glory days were to be had? I'd like to think that this is Vancouver specific, and for argument's sake lets pretend it is. Did it capture a feeling? was it the trickling down of some movement and this was all we bore witness to? maybe we just really needed love songs? Its likely that it has more to do with the contemporary spin that PB and J take on the classic love song, appeasing to and referencing the more careless approach to love and sex that was first becoming apparent to my seventeen-year-old self. Where sex becomes not a long awaited breakthrough in your relationship (or even a dreadful drunk mistake) but instead functions simply as an introduction and a way to get to know a person. I don't even know if sex has anything to do with liking someone anymore. I'm speaking from my own narrow experiences here, but I often find myself questioning my motives for sleeping with a person; wondering whether it's motivated by an interest in making that person my friend or lover?

*Alt being a term I loath but appropriately describes our post modern language