
Well, not so fast. I have a feeling one chapter might be all I could take (after reading the first couple of dozen pages or so). I am interested to see what Oakes discovers in her quest to define the term and cultural phenomenon that is "indie." This is clearly a word that many-a-hipster overuses. And why do I, not a hipster but more like a crunchy pop-culture geek, insist on classifying such bands as Pavement, Yo La Tengo, The Wedding Present, and Spoon under the "indie" genre in my iTunes library?

Now, she claims, you don't have to be the skinning-pants-wearing scruff down at the seedy rock club to be indie. You can be the daddy pushing the stroller to the local Trader Joe's to qualify. Perhaps the obviousness throughout this read is unavoidable. If that's the case, then Oakes seems to have done a valiant job. Then again, perhaps that means the book could have been an article in The Atlantic, Vanity Fair, or Spin.
Despite this book potentially turning me off, I remain intrigued by the indie concept. It will be interesting to see if any other authors attempt to tackle the subject in the future.
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