Thanksgiving Is Ruined
December 13, 2007
Below is drummer Dee Pop's account of his first visit to CBGB's.
We believe it to be the greatest description of the experience of aesthetic perplexity that we have ever read:
The first time I walked in there, I was like, I must have been about 16 or 17 or something, I just remember seeing the Ramones, and just not getting it.
The above is an example of what may be one of the most fascinating sub-varieties of human intellectual curiosity.
It's like a type of curiosity that involves at least two or three tiered levels of disorientation. In the first place, we're not even sure if we're disoriented. Second, if we are, we don't know why we are. Third, if we don't know why we are, we don't even know why we don't know why we are.
The vorticed combination of (among other things, probably) excitement, anxiety, stubbornness, embarrassment, delight and outrage is exquisite.
Maybe the experience is kindred to the more general human phenomenon whereby one can, despite oneself, flush relentless mental and emotional energy into situations one "hates," in quantities that might superficially appear disproportionate, when the real(er) deal may be that the situation is mystifying and one wants to puzzle out its mystery.
Now, from here, this post could go in at least one of two directions:
Or, if we could exercise some restraint, the post would go in neither direction, and would simply end.