A couple of years ago, I wrote a groundbreaking column for Eleven titled “How to Become a Hipster.”  It was written at a time when I knew next to nothing about music, and it was entirely tongue-in-cheek full-of-shit.

Years later, I’m beginning to see signs of my progression in snobbiness.

Last year, Kanye came out with “Stronger,” which got awfully popular on the radio even though I thought it was mediocre.  I distinctly remember berating two friends on two separate occasions for claiming to profoundly enjoy the song while being unable to correctly answer the question “Who is Daft Punk?”

(For the record:  The background music in “Stronger” is a sample from Daft Punk hit, “Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger,” which is ironic because that song blatantly samples another song, “Cola Bottle Baby” by Edwin Birdsong.)

The second sign came maybe a week ago.  Two of my music elitist friends, Fritz and Strom, both had a song by The Ting Tings (“That’s Not My Name”) stuck in their heads.  I’d been listening to The Ting Tings since May or June.

And…I got off on that.  Look how cool I am!  Look how hip!

What’s next?  Maybe I’ll start downloading music from bands that I’ve never heard of before just to see if I can’t find the next big thing.  Maybe I’ll start writing for a music magazine and thinking my opinion is right about everything (it is).  Oh, dear…

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Seriously, though.  Go listen to Daft Punk and The Ting Tings and then come tell me how cool I am.  Look how hip!