Yesterday a guy on my summer scatter pinball team who was absolutely the 2018 hypebeast version of Jay (of “& Silent Bob”), tonight walked into a bar and met a fucking Lollapalooza side act, a ‘80-born no-net acrobat/fire artist, talking about Gregg Araki’s depression trilogy and alt-country and complaining about the mass media in a distinctly post-Chomsky but pre-Naomi Klein way that was obviously supposed to establish something over the girl bartender and the post-college redhead in his trail who aimiably tried to explain twee (her: it’s a little over-the too sweet and emotional him: like speed metal?)

The ‘90s are back?