Thankfully living in Orange County it doesn’t apply — apparently in my absence Orange County hosted another big radio rock festival thing. Korn and Limp Bizkit played! Eminem was going to play but had to make more money elsewhere! Moby played! Lit! STONE TEMPLE PILOTS! NO DOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBT!

Frankly, Eminem should have been there, because his core constituency, over here at least, is not that following the hip-hop tour he’s on, it’s the braying, ugly bunch of motherfuckers who were in the audience at this show, according to those who went. It’s hard to see the alleged appeal of the man when I’m confronted with his usual fans — it’s the inversion of Belle and Sebastian’s equally annoying and self-celebratory personal universe and those who obsessively swear by it. Actually, now that I think about it, both Eminem and the Strathclyde nogoodniks essentially operate by the same principle — “I’m me/we’re us, the world doesn’t understand and nobody ever gets the joke. Buy my/our records. Leave me/us alone.” Heartwarming.