Yes. Of course I knew that.
Someone has to say it – and I’m willing to be the guy. I really hate it when I introduce someone to something and then they flip out and learn way more about it than me and start trying to educate me about it. Makes me look/feel like an asshole.
This is how it happens…You have a friend. You guys have similar tastes in movies or books or music (for this example, its a band). One day, you’re surfing the Internet and you find some amazing new song. The next big thing… and no one knows about it. Sweet. You decide to tell your buddy. You can’t keep this incredible new hotness to yourself. But that’s the beginning. Not the end. Your friend freaks out and starts researching the shit out of it.
At first you think it’s cool – you were the cultured dude who introduced them into his life. Quickly, however, it gets really annoying.
“Hey, did you know that his band’s original name was The Units?”
Obviously you don’t know this. You’re a busy person. You just heard a sweet song and passed it along… and now you’re supposed to know the complete history of this stupid band? However, if you’re like me, rather than just coming clean that you had no idea – you act like you did. After all, this is your baby. You discovered them. So you respond:
“Oh yeah. Their stuff was weird.”
Soon, you’ve listened to that awesome song so much that you’re over it. You don’t care about this lame band anymore. They’re buried in your iTunes, to be rediscovered in a couple months for another afternoon of enlightenment. But your friend is still super into them. You get text/emails/instant messages:
“Dude, found a cool acoustic version of that band we like – you need to hear it”
You can’t really bring yourself to let this guy know that you really could give a shit about the band. So you keep up the charade.
“Yeah man. That was awesome. Good find.”
Rather than being a blip though, this starts to be a “thing”. You can’t get through a goddamn conversation without the band coming up. You think that you’ve made it clear that you didn’t care in your dismissive “yeah” and “I know, right’s” to all the questions. You don’t look him in the eyes anymore. You change the subject. Yet you still cling to it because of stubborn pride.
One day it ends in either you punching him in his face or fessing up to the fact that you really only knew that one song and you only liked it for about one week or 14 plays on your iTunes.
Man that’s annoying.
synthpunk/electronic/new wave music sucks balls.