Unless Continuum Press wants to pay me to write a fierce anti 00’s screed disguised as a book about the Happy Mondays’ “Pills n Thrills n Bellyaches”. Then, sure.

You haven’t felt post-hippie scorn until you’ve seen a group of 500 backpackers in purple hemp fishermen pants argue over the equivalent of 64cents on the price of a shwarma sandwhich out on a tourist street full of bootleg “Buddah Bar” cds (because Asians don’t get rock music) while all planning to go to a “full moon” party full of shitty techno music, overpriced restaurants serving bland food while playing endless “friends re-runs” (why? I don’t have a clue) and suffering through an endless field of mostly British poseurs “going native” and proceeding to turn the same color as Regie Noble and/or a lobster.

Hippies may be scary in America but you can always make fun of them. In a place where they are not only accepted but considered more or less the defacto form of white person (along with increasingly visible hipsters) its enough to go republican.

I still like the drugs and the music (and fishermen pants are fucking comfortable) but the fake idealism…they can shove it up their incense burning, carbon footprint leaving ass. At least the beer-drinking 50 year old sex tourists are interesting to hang out with in a bluesy “hey, at least MY life’s not ruined yet” Rolling Stones/Sly Stone kind of way.

On that note, back to North America on Monday.