Unmployment

Of all the wacky responses I got from the announcement of Punk Planet’s closure (“Have you considered going online?”, “Why don’t you just move to Canada?” and “Why didn’t you warn me?!”) by far the most prescient was this one:

“Sucks. Does it have anything to do with this?”

In fact it does. Not in the sense that I’m so disgusted with Sonic Youth for signing with Starbucks that I must give up on the idea of supporting autonomous music cultures (although I sympathize with those who are), but in the sense that Sonic Youth is willing to do what I was not. And soon, that may be what it takes to survive in culture. Which does, indeed, disgust me.

Yeah, I'll set my alarm for 8 a.m. and hit snooze until noon. Then I'll sit in bed staring at the ceiling for a good 30 or 40 minutes upset about not waking up earlier.

I'll walk 15 or so steps to the living room, turn on my laptop, walk 10 more steps, brew some coffee.

Then I'll stare crusty-lipped out my window at an empty, frozen parking lot.

And then I'll procrastinate and lose some more money.

And then I may or may not answer the phone- without cool ringtones- to listen to birthday wishes that will only make me more depressed.

Maybe I'll just lie and say I still have a job, just for tomorrow.