For such a diverse city, it's actually shocking how everyone seems to be a clone of one another. You don't even need to be anywhere near downtown to see that everyone shops exclusively at Urban Outfitters and American Apparel with vintage wayfarers, oxfords and a cup of coffee from a local haunt completing the ensemble.
It's a very exclusive scene, with everyone striving for originality, pre-sale tickets to Hot Hot Heat/the Arcade Fire, and the biggest, most diverse record collection, which is what Dan Mangan is referencing in this song. I think it every day, but it's nice for someone to finally actually address it directly as the pathetic and hollow pretence it is.
It is indeed about the indie scene in Vancouver.
For such a diverse city, it's actually shocking how everyone seems to be a clone of one another. You don't even need to be anywhere near downtown to see that everyone shops exclusively at Urban Outfitters and American Apparel with vintage wayfarers, oxfords and a cup of coffee from a local haunt completing the ensemble.
It's a very exclusive scene, with everyone striving for originality, pre-sale tickets to Hot Hot Heat/the Arcade Fire, and the biggest, most diverse record collection, which is what Dan Mangan is referencing in this song. I think it every day, but it's nice for someone to finally actually address it directly as the pathetic and hollow pretence it is.