Well... shit. That was brilliant. It waxes a bit ridiculous as it goes, but his initial analysis is spot-on. I have stopped to think about it over the years but never tried to put it into words. Despite coming into a lot of this later in the game, as likely did most of us here, I feel keenly the absence of the thrill that I knew when I was younger. Perhaps that's why I've abandoned so much of what I once loved. Not because everything created is worthless, but because so little of it, even if this is the fault of the world into which it was born and not its own, can stimulate or excite the same way when all eyes are cast upon it, watching and cataloging its every move. I never gave Patton Oswalt all that much credit, though he certainly has his moments of cleverness, but here I think he hit on an important truth, the primary point of his article aside: a band doesn't cease being cool just because everyone discovers them, it ceases being cool when there's nothing left of them to discover for yourself.
