People diagnosed me with a serious deficiency of Vitamin F(un), which led to excessive behavorial inhibition during shows and caused me to miss out on hundreds of irresistibly catchy and fascinating songs against which I'd been prejudiced based on sales figures. Though I thought my listening diet was healthily balanced, Dr.
People, I realized I was suffering from a rare illness: Indie Guilt Syndrome, or IGS for short. But after an appointment with the vaunted Dr. My head was full of a taxonomy categorizing all artists I came across as "authentic" or "contrived," as judged by their biography, label affiliation, and oh yeah, occasionally, their music.įor years, I saw absolutely nothing wrong with this behavior, considering my musical health robust, even vibrant. When confronted with commercial radio, I would sneer and mime symptoms of illness, bemoaning the factory-produced facelessness of pop music. At shows, I would concentrate on remaining as still as possible, allowing only a tapping foot or nodding head to express any enthusiasm I had for the performer.
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