Dirty Pop!

A few weeks ago I, along with a few friends attended this party in Koreatown. It was to be yet another Saturday night Los Angeles hipster filled extravaganza. Unlike most of the parties we attend though, this one had instructions. You see this was a "Black Party". And no that does not mean b.y.o.b.f [bring your own black friend] or a party full of black hipsters as some mistakenly believed. No. The theme of the party was to simply rock out with your cock out in all black. [How hip. How...Goth.]

So we show up and of course not everyone is draped from head to toe in black, but for the most part people followed the rules. What was more astonishing was the scene itself. The party was outdoors for the most part. [well the music and crazy dancing was]Imagine going to a child's birthday party held at someone's home in the backyard, meaning you have to walk down the driveway to get to the party, that was the setting. So we walk the walk and this is what we see: A hipster rave. No joke. Imagine a rave, but instead of Oakenfold and people rolling on E, you got Iggy Pop, The Cure, and Bell Biv Devoe along with bottles being thrown and skinny boy hipsters falling all over themselves "dancing" and making out.

About an hour into the party the music becomes less scenster in the old school rock/indie variety and more scenster in the pop hits/ironic 80's hit sense. [Think less Boys Don't Cry and more PM Dawn's I Die Without You. I kid you not. The song was blasting from the speakers.] And then out of nowhere came NSYNC's Girlfriend and get this, the dancefloor was only slightly evacuated. This was the last thing I expected to hear at this party, but there it was in all its poptastic glory. I grooved along and got my smile on. This is why I will always love pop music. I love my Basement Jaxx, I love my old school country, I love Bowie, Hip-Hop, etc. but I don't think I could get by without resorting to some fluff or a Since You've Been Gone from time to time. And it is good to know that even scensters can take a step back and revel in the pure pleasures of a good pop tune. And that is also why this picture or Julian Casablancas, taken from

The Modern Age

is so entertaining:



It reminds me of my former roommate's girlfriend Abby [a New Yorker who, of course, can dress like nobody's business] who would often rock a Britney Spear's Dream Within a Dream Tour Hoodie. She also has impeccable taste in music and can recite a hip-hop/R&B hit like it's her job. Nothing cuter/more impressive than her reciting the chorus/some of the lyrics to Camron's What Means The World To You.