Cut the NPR Crap

Stories? Stories are boring. They’re also bourgeoisie — just one more opiate known to give a brother brain damage. And brain damage on the mic don’t manage. My dear old pappy used to while away long car trips analyzing passages from Lacan as they related to the popular culture of the day. We might be journeying into the farmlands to ironically appreciate cows or maybe we’d be going to here a guest lecture from Stephen Greenblatt at the local public university. He’d smile smugly, lower the volume on the Pussy Galore cassette in the car stereo, and address me: “Post-gendered subject. Have you ever considered the mirror stage image as it relates to Kip Winger?” Yeah maybe the ol’ man was a little aloof, but beneath that gruff Midwestern exterior was a need to engage me in the political and social culture I was immersed in. This is something you don’t really get from the wan pabulum of narrative. It is also, by the way, the role of an alternative magazine in a deadeningly overcommodified momosociety. So cut the NPR crap and let Steve Perry drop some poli-science.

Jon Dolan