Huck Finn & The Farmers

Nothing says, ‘awkward’ like cuffed denim.  In a recent survey, local fashionable-types concluded that 5 out of 4 people almost always look twenty percent more ridiculous when cuffing their jeans.    Much like camo, it’s a fashion statement that seems as if it just simply refuses to die.     

In the old days, kids used to ride their bikes and throw pant legs and caution to the wind as they cruised up and down the streets unaware of the danger at their ankles. Several years and thousands of broken bones later, the kids got smart and began rolling, cuffing, and stuffing their denim, so as not to meet an untimely and embarrassing demise.  

Today, the practical application is clearly lost on the general public and fashion has overtaken function once again.  But no matter how sexy you think you are, there are only a handful of people that can make this look work for them.   Most of the time, there’s two options in your choices of failure;  1. look like an escaped farmhand that bumpkinned their way into ‘Town’ (wherever that is.)   2. look like you beat up Huck Finn AND stole his pants out of spite. 

Living in Orange County, I can’t help but notice that no one here rides a bike on a regular basis without their logo-clad spandex jersey sporting the names of hundreds of companies who have absolutely no idea that the people wearing them even exist.   Nascar sponsors could have a field day with this if only their negotiation skills allowed them the ability to perform this kind of mental gymnastics to negotiate terms of sponsorship with the sort of financial wizardry reserved for those who refer themselves as a Jedi.  

What, nobody told you all the Emo kids went home like 3 years ago?  Unlike a natural disaster, the good stuff has a way of floating to the top and the garbage goes to that place where your odd socks seem to find refuge from the laundry, never to be seen again. 
Anberlin’s second, and maybe best record, “Never Take Friendship Personal,” seems to have found its way to the top as a future classic.  My daughter is only seven weeks old, and I wonder what music I’ll play for her when she’s older when she asks what good music is.   I’d hate to think the choice would be as cliche as a Beatles’ record or U2. 

What, nobody told you all the Emo kids went home like 3 years ago?  Unlike a natural disaster, the good stuff has a way of floating to the top and the garbage goes to that place where your odd socks seem to find refuge from the laundry, never to be seen again. 

Anberlin’s second, and maybe best record, “Never Take Friendship Personal,” seems to have found its way to the top as a future classic.  My daughter is only seven weeks old, and I wonder what music I’ll play for her when she’s older when she asks what good music is.   I’d hate to think the choice would be as cliche as a Beatles’ record or U2.