I just read an interview with Chuck Klosterman by this girl from salon.com. Klosterman is a writer who grew up in North Dakota, writes columns for Spin magazine and various other "glossy" New York mags, and is apparently a lot like what I perceive myself to be (only he is successful and makes money). He is brazen about the stupidest pop-culture shit that I usually feel embarrassed to actually know but it seems like he generally just doesn't give a shit.
***on a personal note, Chuck Klosterman used to sit in the Rockstar booth at Duffy's Tavern in Fargo, ND previous to my three-year run of owning that booth. I would like to think I served it well but I would have to ask him***
I had already decided that I hate him because I read his dumb celebrity bits in Spin and about two chapters of his--I grew up in Fargo and love heavy metal--first memoir. This interviewer compared him to Dave Eggers for his shared populist views on pop culture and writing in general. I don't see it but if they can both rip off pre-steroid baseball stats or tell me who Kent Tukulve is...then, fuck it. I love him. When he was being interviewed the fancy New Yorker was smitten by his folksy, observational worldview. He would point out the obvious while slugging bad beer. She was floored. He seemed like he was just talking through a somewhat comfortable date. He seemed like what I would hope I seemed like in an interview. I want to be interviewed. That's all I really want. I would like to believe that I have shit to say that someone would think is quirky, brilliant, midwestern, populist, deeply universal, observational, odd, funny, or interesting. Chuck Klosterman does say shit like that. He beat me to it. Bastard. Now I must like him.
Pseudo-celebrity envy rears its ugly head again. I am coming for you next, Jackson Publick.
1 comment:
seriously?!!! you have spent way to many years of shit talking this guy to turn around and like him now. who are you?
-K
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