today i went to major matt s to remaster my old album and on the l train in the morning i was pretty sure i saw will oldham he was wearin the same sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom had he come to walk among the williamsburgers of his kingdom and like the burghers of calais will a sacrifice be demanded to offer up our dreams and beg for mercy empty handed and hapless in our hipness crowded 5 to an appartment relegate our dreams to hobbies and deny our disappointment cause the stones in 65 want total satisfaction kid but the stones in 69 see grace in just getting what you need but if that s a victory then i d hate to see what i d look like defeated cause i know there are those among us who seem to get their dreams unimpeded today i went to major matt s to remaster my old album and on the l train in the morning i was really sure i saw will oldham he was wearin the same sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom had he come to walk among the williamsburgers of his kingdom and you might say now there s a guy who seems to have their world laid out before him or you might say he s just a rich kid or a fascist or a charlatan but either way you say it if you look at indie rock culture you really can t ignore him and even if at first dismissive after some listens you ll enjoy him i was thinking this on the l train intend on bursting my own bubble how long should an artist struggle before it isn t worth the hassle and admit we aren t fit to be the one inside the castle this quest for greatness or at least hipness just a scam and too much trouble but then what makes on human being worthy of an easy ride born to be a natural artist you love or hate but can t deny while us minions in our millions tumble into history s chasm we might have a couple of laughs but we re still wastes of protoplasm today i was gonna waste some time and money to remaster some dumb old album and on the l train in the morning i was really sure i saw will oldham he was wearin the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom had he come to see the strife here in the gutters of his kingdom where us noble starving artists are striving to feed our ego our mothers like our music our our friends come to our shows and if our friends become successful we ll consider them our foes go home to our 4 roomates after payin big bucks for rockstars shows what a nightmare what a horror i don t want no part of this get me off this crazy ride i m gonna puke i m gonna piss i d rather kill myself i d rather just relax or not exist but you say you wanna do an e mail interview oh what the heck i can t resist hey ma guess what today i did another magazine interview honey that s great you re really famous yeah and i m 27 too i kinda thought i was gonna grow up to do stuff that would benefit humanity but it s getting harder to tell if this artist s life is even benefitting me cause i was gonna waste some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album and on the l train in the morning i was totally sure i saw will oldham he was wearin the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom and since i was feeling in need of answers i just went right up and asked him i said will bonnie prince palace or whatever what do you think about it is it worth being an artist or an indie rock star or are you better off without it cause i mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just uncreative drones no dead child hood dreams to haunt us a decent job a decent home and if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace become scientists or history teachers or un corrupt police at least come on will you gotta tell me i grabbed and shook him by the arm the l train was leaving bedford with 10 000 white twenty somethings crowded on he opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the wheels we were thrown together in a corner and i yelled tell me man for real you re living comfortably i assume even if you re not quite a household name you ve reached a pretty high level of success critical acclaim the l train got to first avenue and a bunch of people piled out i was starring into his sunglasses and i was really freakin out i was like steamboat willie bonnie prince of all this shit you re like the king of a certain genre but even you must want to quit like if you hear a record by bob dylan or neil young or whatever you must start thinkin people like me but i won t be that good ever and i m sure the thing is probably dylan himself too stayed up some nights wishing he was as good as ginsberg or camus and he was like dude i m such a faker i m just a clown who entertains and these fools who pay for my crap they just have pathetic punny brains and camus probably wished he was milton too or whatever you know what i m sayin so will will you be straight with me now that it s just us 2 on this train cause i was gonna spend some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album and i saw you here on the l train and i was like hey is that will oldham he must at least have some perspective cause it s like living in this town i get so confused wound up up tight and i just don t know up from down and then we d reached the last stop and the subway was deserted there was a long moment of silence and i let go of his shirt i started to think that maybe i d made some kind of big mistake i tried to walk out onto the platform but by then it was too late his sunglasses seemed to grow darker and still he hadn t even spoke he just came right up behind me and put his hand around my throat and threw me down onto the concrete and kicked my face in with his boot and dragged me down onto the train tracks and tied my hands back with his coat and i was slipping out of conciousness as he was slipping down my jeans and he was punching me and humping me and i slipped off into a dream so it might have just been a delusion but i thought i heard him say something like artists are pussies then he climbed back up and ran away so i lay there in the darkness on the train tracks cold and broken the hours passed and i thought well maybe i won t remaster that old album and then i started thinking maybe it really hadn t been will oldham even though he did hold my arms and fucked me just like will sings in a sucker s evening but whether it was him or not i couldn t forget the words he d spoken artists are pussies like we re wusses or we end up getting fucked and other kinds of folks are dicks tall smart and strong and born to fuck us up i know it sounds really sexist and stupid it s a terrible analogy but at that moment on the train tracks it made a lot of sense to me maybe it s just some kind of natural balance like 2 types of mental gender that s gone on in all societies in one form or another like some dicks were born to conquer i probably would if i could but if i m just a pussy that s okay cause in a few months maybe i ll put out something good1
['anti-folk', 'folk punk', 'lo-fi']