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On the surface, I would think that guys who love Elvis Costello would be a perfect match made for me: they're usually smart, snarky, and wickedly funny. They relate to EC's witty, acerbic lyrics. That's cool. I get it.
However, after you spend some solo time with him, his trashbaginess is revealed. One your first (and only) date, he will possibly:
- Lean and tell you that he thinks that the waitress is cute
- Go on and on about his ex-girlfriend and what a whore she was
- Hit on your best friend when you leave the room to powder your nose
- Explain that he usually only dates 23-year-old half-Asian yoga instructors (uh, okay)
4 comments:
So. True.
I have no problem with Elvis Costello, per se, but his adoring minions are more often than not so self-absorbed they'd make a reality TV star blush.
But I think this may be correlation rather than causation. Because there ARE dudes out there with discerning, esoteric tastes in music who are still humble and nice. They just don't seem to leave their house very often because they're too busy posting on SomethingAwful or retuning their guitar so they can learn Nick Drakes' entire catalog.
WORD. I think you must have gone out with the exact person I'm thinking of. It kind of made it hard for me to maintain my own lifelong love of E.C. afterward. He did all of these things, and was terrible in the sack.
..Ditto for Lou Reed, Tom Waits, or Bob Dylan..
Sorry to their fans, but I am instantly wary of people who identify heavily with artists that maintain a very carefully cultivated, studied persona..
AGREED!
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