No, I’m not a hipster anymore. I swear it. I don’t only like music that’s approved by Pitchfork or that has a “fresh beat.” No longer am I ashamed to list ABBA on my facebook under “music,” even though I <3 <3 them (I mean, what girl can’t relate to the welling of emotions behind “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (a man after midnight)”). I now wear shoes besides hi-tops so brightly colored they cause seizures, and sometimes, I even wear pants - that means they clothe my legs, and yet they aren’t skinny jeans.
And yet, I have this strange desire to post this Grizzly Bear song, “Two Weeks,” on my Tumblr. That must mean I haven’t shaken hipsterdom completely - that somehow it has managed to crawl into my system and hold tight onto the base of my brain. I feel you there, hipster leanings, as powerful and pervasive as any form of peer pressure or desire to be cool. I’ll kick you someday, with a nicorette patch that has an X-ed out picture of Zooey Deschanel’s face on it, and a few demonstrative split kicks still left in my body from years of synchronized swimming past.
Note: Two Weeks music video, or the artifact I was watching when I first realized I liked the song.
Prose from the Pitchfork review, which gave it a 9 out of 10: “It’s not afraid to be pretty; unapologetically retro and baroque, “Two Weeks” sort of crawls by like a gloriously ornate float in an Easter parade. A forward piano plink marks out the chords while the arrangement feels loose and unhurried, packed with details but with every sound seeming to tumble and land in its right place.”
