the greats are done,
that's why they're great

When I penned those words, I had no idea how true they would turn out to be. It seems that this generation is one of wannabe archetypes. We don't have any sort of direction or purpose except to define ourselves in some tangible way. We want to have some sort of cohesive movement, but it seems that we are all working our asses off to become caricatures of ourselves: to become the archetype of what we feel we need to be.

Every writer I know (myself included) is just another guy wishing he could be Hunter S. Thompson. That's why all our road trips end up as some hallucinogenic fray as we try to do something notable without knowing how notable is being defined. Now it looks like the only things we can do well are being the most indie, the most media savvy, the most well-travelled, and hope that someday we look back on it and don't think others will notice that we were trying too hard.

I guess that's where the blog comes in. The blogosphere is the only thing we have going for us that nobody else had. Every song we write sounds like a combination of someone else, it's either too emo, too poppy, too bluesy, and then three or four people manage to do something new, but it's not a new style, it's just a new song that creates a new archetype, and nobody is willing to touch it for fear that they will just be posing. It's a hopeless cycle of mutually incompatible goals and abilities such that we will be forgotten as a transitory generation that never managed to nurture our new ideas to maturity and wanted nothing more than to be recognized as something, whatever that thing may be.