It was P.T. Barnumâs angsty cousin who once said, âThereâs a poser born every minute,â and the older I get, the more I think truer words were never spoken. On the one hand, itâs cool that â90s alternative is experiencing something of a resurgence with todayâs youth culture, but how sincere is it? On a recent trip to my sisters place to do laundry I met Trevin, her 12 year old sonâs snot nosed friend, who I noticed was sporting a Nirvana T-Shirt but who, when pressed, couldnât even recite the words to âMoist Vagina.â
I politely attempted to test my nephewâs friend by asking them, â If youâre such a big Nirvana fan, what song is âIâve been sucking the walls of her anusâ from?â and the kid just looked down at the floor and shuffled their feet awkwardly. He seemed deeply uncomfortable right away; thatâs how embarrassed he was to be outed as a poser. Sorry Trevin, you may have the wherewithal to cut the Hot Topic tag from your oversized âIn Uteroâ tee, but itâs clear youâve never bothered to track down the Japanese âAll Apologiesâ import with the âMoist Vaginaâ B-side. Pathetic.
As true audiophiles know, there has been an influx of âfake fansâ lately â people who wear merch from bands they don’t know anything about just because they like the design. My nephewâs friend fit the fake fan profile perfectly. There was no patchy scruff below their chin, no interrupting people with, âUm, actually.â This pre-teen puke didnât even say âI prefer their earlier stuff, before they sold out.â
I hate being a gatekeeper, so out of fairness, I gave the kid another chance to prove they werenât a poser. This time, I threw them a softball. âHey kid, what song is it where Kurt sings âBeans, beans, Jessie ate some beans?â It was painfully obvious from their one-word answer of âHuh?â that they had never experienced the lo-fi awesomeness of âBeansâ from Montage of Heck. At this point, I doubted the kid could even tell the difference between âMexican Seafoodâ and âHairspray Queen.â
Oh, the kid knew âWith the lights out, itâs less dangerous,â of course, but when I grilled them on the meaning behind âPee pee pressed against my lips,â from âFloyd the Barberâ suddenly I was âbeing inappropriate,â and âembarrassingâ my nephew âagain.â
Look, Iâm just trying to do my part to educate todayâs youth. Do you want a whole generation walking around in Iron Maiden T-shirts because they enjoy Steve Harrisâs nuanced, gallop-style bass playing on âThe Trooperâ or because they think the zombie guy on all of Maidenâs albums looks cool? Yeah, thatâs what I thought.
Being a Nirvana fan isnât about buying a cool-looking shirt and listening to âNevermindâ on Spotify. Itâs about going on eBay and paying through the nose for an Australian copy of the âHoarmoaningâ EP on vinyl. Itâs about knowing the difference between the âOutcesticide IIâ bootleg and âOutcesticide III.â
The encounter may have ended with my nephew and his friend running upstairs while muttering derogatory comments about me under their breath and my sister telling me Iâm barred from her house because I âhave no chillâ but if that kid in the Nirvana shirt comes away from it with a new appreciation for the bandâs music then it was all worth it.
