Me: Wow. These guys are fighting The Man in, like, five different ways.
The husband: [gesturing toward the band's female singer who is angrily eating her microphone]: She's about to beat someone down.
Me: She's about to beat YOU down.
The husband: These guys are way too hip for us.
Me: Too hip for you, maybe.
The husband: You think you're hipper than I am?
Me: Yes.
The husband: Who used to listen to broadway musical soundtracks? Who was in the show choir?
Me: Just because you were all sullen and listening to Fugazi...
The husband: ...means I was hip.
Me: Ok, but who was hipper in college? You were an athlete. Athletes aren't hip. I smoked lots of pot and people thought I was a lesbian.
The husband: Lesbians are pretty hip.
Me: See?
The husband: But I was in a band.
Me: You played the euphonium.
The husband: Exactly.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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He should *know* that one permanently forfeits any claim to hip once one takes up the euphonium.
For someone who hung out with a lot of scholar athletes in college, you should realize their potential for hipness. However, the husband should realize the limits to that claim when he examines the sports in which he participated.
That being said, I don't even know what "Arcade Fire on Austin City Limits" means, I listen almost exclusively to NPR, and went out with coworkers between my age and 10 years older and had the least amount of "cool" or "hip" in my column. Therefore, I am not a reliable source of "hipness" judgment.
It was on last night in Minneapolis and I now vow to see them live. Awesome! (I was a horn player back in the day, but never cool enough to be in a band.)
You *smoked pot*? I had no idea.
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