waiting it out

when your favorite band sells out, but you still love their music, new and classic, what do you do? do you shout how youve loved them all along? do you pretentiously quiz anyone listening to them and give them a embellished story of how you met them before they were famous at a tiny venue in a tiny town?

or do you, as i have before, keep quit and keep listening. wait for the storm to pass. popularity seems to pass with musicians weekly, so i keep quiet, keep my head phones on and ignore them being dragged around and over played on the radio. it will pass.

but what about authors?

my favorite writer, of which the same scenario applies, is postered about college dorm room beds at state colleges and frat houses. his dirty writing and lifestyle that went mostly unappreciated during his lifetime, has now been secured a place among young readers, name dropped in every community college writing group i can find.

shouldnt i be glad that his message is affecting more minds? that ideas ive long held may now be accepted? that some fucking rich frat boys might lighten up and learn how to think? i should, but im not, all i find are kids wearing tshirts and naming their bands after his stories and pseudonyms. rich kids taking weekend safaris into the gutter, calling themselves factotums and rebels, badges they can show off at cocktail parties years after they become citizens.

who knows, maybe they will carry some of it with them, back into america. maybe the effect is greater than my cornered little view. ive stayed quiet, im sure im not the only one. ill continue, to read with my book covers hidden and my pretentious words only spilt into blogs. but lets cut it out with the t shirts, please. poets or south american revolutionaries, lets leave the t shirt propaganda for rodeo crowds and bush fans.