There was a young woman I knew who went to audition with her sister. They were serious jazz singers. The audition was for musicians who performed children's music, and the girls were shocked that most of the people there were basically non-musicians singing and strumming guitars who assumed that children wouldn't know the difference.
And you know that song "On Broadway" with the line:
They say that I won't last too long
I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home they all say
But they get wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitarIs there really that much call for guitar players on Broadway?
There's a stigma attached to singing and strumming a guitar and it's because of people like the wretch in this movie, I am not a Hipster, the story of an obnoxious guitar strumming "singer-songwriter". He composes "music" in his room wearing headphones yelling and pounding on a drum. This sullen mumbling alcoholic works in a school strumming his guitar for the children.
And the people who like this movie enthuse over how wonderful the music is.
The movie starts with him being interviewed on the radio. He mumbles one syllable answers to every question then gets his panties in a bunch over a question and stomps out.
Later, at a party, he bellows out a song he wrote as an attack on his ex-girlfriend, he attacks his hipster artist friend for being inadequately intellectual and physically attacks people at another party.
The guy's a fictional character. He can be killed without consequence. They should have given that some thought.
Maybe I'm wrong not to hate hipsters.
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