DIY = The Money Game?

This article is pretty much the Highest Level Complete Suckitude that you could ever possibly imagine, and it reminds us, those of the Miltonian Persuasion, the reason why when we hear the term “Our Generation” we always invariably reach for our revolver, only to suffer further disappointment when it gets mistaken for the Beatles album.  Besides coining the term ‘Broakland’ (for Poverty Jetsetting Hipsters who live in BOTH Oakland and Brooklyn, duh), and basically saying that the spirit of DIY = Make Lots of Money that You Don’t Have to Share, perhaps the key to its ideology is this quote, “You can make money in both cities,” Ms. Levine said. “Can you make money in Portland, Ore.? It’s a cool city, it’s got lots of hipsters, but can you make money?”.Good question, right?  Here’s what we always thought: free things are round (sun, stars, lakes), square things are rectangular (driveways, lawns, dollar bills), What We Want is Free, so where’s the confusion here brother?  Sometimes people miss the point so hard because they’re making a new point.  We were there, at the Vampire Weekend show at the Doug Fir.  We know what you look like.  We don’t dislike you, and we have no problems with the cash in your pocket or how you care to spend it.  We just want you to know that there’s a better way, always has been, always will be.  That’s the point we’re trying to make here.  We’re still your friends, and you’re still our fellow Miltonians.  Dig?  Right on…  


3 thoughts on “DIY = The Money Game?

  1. Yes that’s right, punk is dead,
    It’s just another cheap product for the consumers head.
    Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors,
    Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters.
    CBS promote the Clash,
    But it ain’t for revolution, it’s just for cash.
    Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
    And it ain’t got a thing to do with you or me.

    Movements are systems and systems kill.
    Movements are expressions of the public will.
    Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost,
    But the leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost.
    Punk narcissism was social napalm,
    Steve Jones started doing real harm.
    Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
    As he sucked from the system that had given him his name.

    Well I’m tired of staring through shit stained glass,
    Tired of staring up a superstars arse,
    I’ve got an arse and crap and a name,
    I’m just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame.
    Steve Jones you’re napalm,
    If you’re so pretty (vacant) why do you swarm?
    Patti Smith you’re napalm,
    You write with your hand but it’s Rimbaud’s arm.

    And me, yes I, do I want to burn?
    Is there something I can learn?
    Do I need a business man to promote my angle?
    Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle?
    I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear,
    The social elite with safety-pins in their ear,
    I watch and understand that it don’t mean a thing,
    The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting.


  2. so i guess you should start a faction of the Daily Miltonian in brooklyn and san fran, while staying true to portland… ya know, they could call it Poarkland.

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