Rifle Men (above) are on the label that brought us MGMT, Cantora Records.
I’m at the Book Mill with my friend Melanie Fallon, on a writing date. It’s going well. A beautiful brown lab dog is periodically walking through and making friends. Some people are using outside voice inside, though. Not great. I think of them as lonely–it isn’t enough for the people in front of them to hear them.
On the way here we talked about the 80s so much that we missed our exit and drove too far. But in the process, we concluded the 80s aesthetic that is so popular is a nostalgia for the period when Americans believed we’d won the Cold War, Capitalism had defeated Communism and we were safe from our greatest enemies. An addictive mix, despite the emergence of AIDS and the first Gulf War.
The conversation was an extension of one I’d had with my friend Teddy O’Connor at the home of Sabina Murray and John Hennessy. Teddy showed us the above video after dinner, and we all talked at length about how perfectly his generation, born in the 80s, performs the 80s.
This all feels a little eerie now. But I still like this song. The video of course references the popular aerobics classes in Williamsburg now.
Returning with part 3 of the MFA series shortly.