Scissor Sisters' career cut short
Oct. 5th, 2004 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
i_kenderOh no! I was really distressed to read that the Scissor Sisters' career is over. Damn, just when I was really getting into them...
Ok, ok, I'll fess up... nothing bad has happened to the Scissor Sisters. Really.
Except I read in a Guardian article that they're a favourite of Tory co-chairman Dr Liam Fox. Which could be the kiss of death. Because everyone knows that politics is the anti-cool.
Find out what I'm babbling about here...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/features/story/0,11710,1319960,00.html
Actually, I do feel a little bit disappointed... in myself. My outré is not outré enough. What does it say about us when even our anti-establishment views and sentiments are proscribed by others? (the media, government)... allowable rebellion, sanctioned disenchantment?
I feel like a hamster running on a wheel, while ugly buck-toothed Big Sister cackles and coos...
The tragedy of this generation... uh oh...
I've seen the best minds of my generation wasted in dead-end McJobs and corporate wastelands. I've seen a talented playwright give up writing to work in a local brand name off-licence. For years in Brighton, I worked in fat sprawling corporations glutting themselves on talented graduates... I worked alongside writers, artists, musicians, directors, cartoonists, all forced to sleepwalk through dreary days in call centres and dingy offices, selling their youth and telling themselves that next year they would get out, next year they would find the time to work on their own projects. And in the meantime scrabbling to sketch out what they could at weekends, in lunchbreaks, after work. But of course they never do, can never afford to. A friend of mine had two jobs, and worked every evening and all weekends on film projects to boot. And now she's trying to get a job in Starbucks because she's so terrified of being unemployed and broke. It's a common story... and it's not just that Brighton suffered from a glut of graduates (although that was certainly true... it's now haemorrhaging talent to London and the North). It’s also a nationwide problem... overqualified and underpaid and unappreciated graduates who are wondering why they rushed to University. And I'm expected to believe that unemployment is at acceptable levels, and that there isn't a secret recession going on? Come on... look out the window! See how many variations on 'Poundland' are creeping like weeds towards your house. See the benefit system collapse under the weight of fraud and mismanagement, public transport shuttling disrepair and death at ever greater prices, the hungry swarm of immigrants racing towards racism and abuse, an elderly and ailing NHS, the betrayal of university tuition fees, the unenviable choice of unreliable leaders... no stop, no more, I have to breathe, I have to get out of here, I need to stop writing now because I'm so angry...
I've seen the best minds of my generation... wasted. Despairing. Giving up. Settling for less. I've seen the creative spark die in someone's eye as they decided to take the 9 to 5. It's one of the saddest things I've ever seen.
And yes, these are decidedly middle class concerns and yes, I could justifiably be accused of whining and cynicism and adolescent despair. 'So what?' you say. 'Grow up' someone mutters.
Maybe you're right. But I feel let down, and betrayed, and... and... lost. But the worst is knowing I'm not the only one.
I know, I know... Nobody said life was going to be fair. Or easy.
But nobody told me the game was going to be fixed either.
And you wonder why I dislike politics? Not quite sure what I was ranting about there... but I'm going to post it quickly before I lose heart.
Ok, ok, I'll fess up... nothing bad has happened to the Scissor Sisters. Really.
Except I read in a Guardian article that they're a favourite of Tory co-chairman Dr Liam Fox. Which could be the kiss of death. Because everyone knows that politics is the anti-cool.
Find out what I'm babbling about here...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/features/story/0,11710,1319960,00.html
Actually, I do feel a little bit disappointed... in myself. My outré is not outré enough. What does it say about us when even our anti-establishment views and sentiments are proscribed by others? (the media, government)... allowable rebellion, sanctioned disenchantment?
I feel like a hamster running on a wheel, while ugly buck-toothed Big Sister cackles and coos...
The tragedy of this generation... uh oh...
I've seen the best minds of my generation wasted in dead-end McJobs and corporate wastelands. I've seen a talented playwright give up writing to work in a local brand name off-licence. For years in Brighton, I worked in fat sprawling corporations glutting themselves on talented graduates... I worked alongside writers, artists, musicians, directors, cartoonists, all forced to sleepwalk through dreary days in call centres and dingy offices, selling their youth and telling themselves that next year they would get out, next year they would find the time to work on their own projects. And in the meantime scrabbling to sketch out what they could at weekends, in lunchbreaks, after work. But of course they never do, can never afford to. A friend of mine had two jobs, and worked every evening and all weekends on film projects to boot. And now she's trying to get a job in Starbucks because she's so terrified of being unemployed and broke. It's a common story... and it's not just that Brighton suffered from a glut of graduates (although that was certainly true... it's now haemorrhaging talent to London and the North). It’s also a nationwide problem... overqualified and underpaid and unappreciated graduates who are wondering why they rushed to University. And I'm expected to believe that unemployment is at acceptable levels, and that there isn't a secret recession going on? Come on... look out the window! See how many variations on 'Poundland' are creeping like weeds towards your house. See the benefit system collapse under the weight of fraud and mismanagement, public transport shuttling disrepair and death at ever greater prices, the hungry swarm of immigrants racing towards racism and abuse, an elderly and ailing NHS, the betrayal of university tuition fees, the unenviable choice of unreliable leaders... no stop, no more, I have to breathe, I have to get out of here, I need to stop writing now because I'm so angry...
I've seen the best minds of my generation... wasted. Despairing. Giving up. Settling for less. I've seen the creative spark die in someone's eye as they decided to take the 9 to 5. It's one of the saddest things I've ever seen.
And yes, these are decidedly middle class concerns and yes, I could justifiably be accused of whining and cynicism and adolescent despair. 'So what?' you say. 'Grow up' someone mutters.
Maybe you're right. But I feel let down, and betrayed, and... and... lost. But the worst is knowing I'm not the only one.
I know, I know... Nobody said life was going to be fair. Or easy.
But nobody told me the game was going to be fixed either.
And you wonder why I dislike politics? Not quite sure what I was ranting about there... but I'm going to post it quickly before I lose heart.
