[Los Angeles] Her face was swathed in
an off-white cheesecloth-like material and topped with some sort of hat. It had
a great effect and evoked the recent trend of anarchists covering their face to
protest, thus creating a fashion trend. She had a keyboard in front of her and
a giant tangled piece of metal to her left. The music was clangy, benign,
minimalist – industrial music in the style of Ohm: The Early Gurus of
Industrial Music. I felt sorry for the young female hipster next to me trying
to dance to it. It got a little better – drew on some deep dark trance music, a
little heavier. Sometimes the reverb just sounded like a bad sound system.
Sometimes she accompanied the sounds with a quiet robot voice. There was a
Twins-Peaksian moment. Then she started hitting the metal thing next to her and
unwinding it. The visuals were cool – the music was dull. Plus it was a little
disturbing and I was already in a fragile state. I was dying for her to take
the mask off. Part of me kept thinking: I could be doing yoga right now. So I
started watching the crowd, judging the tiny skeletal hipsters – I swear this
generation has invented new toxic body issues. I tried to determine how the
cool kids in Portland differ from the cool kids in Austin – it’s so hard though
because I’m too long gone from Austin and plus it’s hard to tell whether the
differences are due to changes in time or changes in location – sorry to get research-y.
I’d characterize the main Portland look as train warrior, persecuted by the
state in dark beleaguered apocalyptic clothing. Stocking caps also hold a weird
fashion cache here. Then I got a whiff of my favorite fabric softener – nothing
like Bounce and industrial music to comfort a Dara.
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