There comes a time in every growing boy’s life when certain needs overtake his underfurred loins. For me, those needs included the obsessive avoidance of political events, no matter how vaguely patriotic, no matter how closely the represented politics aligned with my own. It makes me feel like Hitler Youth. Yes, if Obama is elected it will remove a great veil of cynicism that has cloaked my brow for far too long, but it will never give birth to an interest in political music. If you aren’t Woody Guthrie or Public Enemy, shut the fuck up.
Instead of attending the show, I nested in front of my glowing monitor and window shopped for elegant Italian switchblades. It was deeply fulfilling.