A few weeks ago, I came across a TikTok video that I still think of now: what happened to the “white people indie bangers” of the 2010s? The short video transported me to my early to mid-20s, days spent looking for the next cool album that will give me some social currency of coolness. Those years meant attending concerts of hip indie bands and shunning “mainstream” music because the sheen of pop did not do much for one’s credibility. This is not meant to litigate the legacy of indie bands, but more of a confessional. I am not one to shy away from my faults, and so I will admit it: in the aftermath of my brooding 20s, pop may have helped saved my life.
What Pop Girls Might Teach Us About Ourselves
What Pop Girls Might Teach Us About Ourselves
What Pop Girls Might Teach Us About Ourselves
A few weeks ago, I came across a TikTok video that I still think of now: what happened to the “white people indie bangers” of the 2010s? The short video transported me to my early to mid-20s, days spent looking for the next cool album that will give me some social currency of coolness. Those years meant attending concerts of hip indie bands and shunning “mainstream” music because the sheen of pop did not do much for one’s credibility. This is not meant to litigate the legacy of indie bands, but more of a confessional. I am not one to shy away from my faults, and so I will admit it: in the aftermath of my brooding 20s, pop may have helped saved my life.