What does the term post-Myspace mean to you? If it means nothing, then I’ll spare you the rhetoric of trying to explain a generation of kids that first marketed themselves online as someone they wish they were, and found a way to show “individuality” through different themes and different Dashboard Confessional songs. I absolutely tried my best to show my individuality through various Avenged Sevenfold lyric posts, Taking Back Sunday music videos, and shameless aviator sunglass selfies with my sister’s digital camera. I fit the label.
All jokes aside, I’m at the age now where I get to see the kids who were “big on Myspace”, now become “big at Pac-Sun”. In other words, being famous on Myspace in your local small town doesn’t mean much anymore.
Insert, Chicago. Maybe my experiences have all been amazing in Chicago so I view it with a slightly biased view, but Chicago is so huge that any type of niche (punk, goth, prep, sporty, scene, artsy, hippie, and yes, post-Myspace) is in abundance. If you like Batman graphic novels, guess what, so do a lot of people in Chicago. If you like food blogs, oh nice Chicago has a lot of that. If you like basement bands covering Third Eye Blind at half tempo, well, Chicago has that too. It’s basically a Google search city, where you can find any sort of crowd if you know where to look.
I packed my bags with my best friends and went to Chicago for Halloween, the most convenient holiday to see every niche. With the introduction of the internet, Halloween costumes have become more topical, more edgy, and so much more specialized. Which I love, that’s how it should be. I want to see meme costumes, and people dressed like Gerard Way (Lead singer of My Chemical Romance come on), and insanely specific costumes like a minor character in a campy movie called Troll 2. I love it because you get to see my generation flexing their creative post-Myspace minds the best way they can…. by relating to other post-Myspace people.
Long live Chicago and long live the weird kids that live there and long live the internet for giving us Myspace and long live the outcasts.
by Andy Wilcox (@wilco204)