Was talking to the Bride last night, trying to decide at what point Society started collapsing on itself irrevocably...like, a benchmark that could be used. I said maybe the first episode of A Current Affair, where Maury Povich showed the home party video of Robert "Preppy Murderer" Chambers twisting the head of a Barbie doll. So many things to choose from! Tommy "Ralph Did It Better Six Months Ago" Hilfiger, The Celestine Prophecy, Superman III, Mike and the Mechanics...all signs pointing witchy fingers to the portal labeled The End.
For practical purposes, though, let's just go with the treacly Southern-fried once-popularity of The Ozark Mountain Daredevils. Click on the picture to enlarge and tell me that a.) it's not as good a jumping off point for 'Last Times!' as any and/or b.) they all don't look like runners-up at an Allan Gurganus lookalike contest. And they are responsible, somewhat, for the gone-to-seed "real" look that permeates bands like Fleet Foxes and Wilco in scruffy mode. So, like, fuck them.
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