September 19, 2009


I saw Pavement live through a window of a bar on their first tour and then I saw them a couple other times past that. I didn't really like much past the cut yr hair 7" because I was into Liz Phair and hardcore. I don't care they are reuniting. And for what? Tertiary headlining slot at Lollapalooza maybe? HITTING THE SNOOZE BUTTON NOW.

In light of the acceleration of culture, the impossible pace by which we are expected to process, enjoy, stay on top of, microblog blah etc. and with the gluttony of datastream of life: 2010--I wonder--is reunion fever and the nostalgia for the immediate past (as boom industry and sentiment) really just a signal of "stop the world, i wanna get off"? A slow up gesture that is just "about" Pavement this time through, with Pitchfork-effect rolling the rock away from the tomb cave, and now, they have risen, money and prospect making all impossibles now possible. The time we loved Pavement, well, that was a time we didn't have to worry about money, we were safe in our parents homes, our dorms, Clinton's arms, employed. Blot the Bad Now with....the infinity of the nineties! Feel it!

Posted by jessica hopper at September 19, 2009 10:40 AM | TrackBack