I missed Fight Club when it was in the theater.
But I remember the first time I saw it. It was at my buddy Rusty's house with a bunch of other dudes.
Google tells me the Fight Club DVD was released in June of 2000, so it would have been shortly after that...
We were drinking beer, enjoying ourselves. After the movie, and inspired by the power of cinema, we had a bare knuckle boxing match.
But the memory that sticks with me is the iconic ending (with the narrator holding Marla Singer's hand) while the Pixies's Where is My Mind plays.
I remember thinking, "Why would they use that song?"
Now the song is a timeless classic, but at the time all I could think was how old and dated it was.
The Pixies' Surfer Rosa album was released in 1988, and by the time Fight Club was released an entire lifetime of culture and history had come and gone. In that time the Berlin Wall fell, the Soviet Union collapsed, while globalization and the internet took off.
The year 2000 was a completely different world from the era of Surfer Rosa and Where is My Mind. Fashion, music, culture, had changed remarkably. So why would did Fincher use that old-ass song? By then it was ancient history.
Maybe it's a betrayal of my middle-age memory, but I grew up in a world where things changed--where history and culture had a velocity.
And then that velocity hit a wall. It happened about a year after the drunken bare knuckle boxing match in Rusty's living room.
Those who are old enough to remember the event will never forget the date.
It was the day when the cresting wave of the American Empire broke on the shore.
Things didn't stop all at once, but the pace slowed. It slowed to the point that culture in Our Current Year isn't all that different than the early 2000s.
And yes, we have social media and smart phones and you see the occasional self driving car and the kids don't get drunk and fuck anymore.
But it's not that different.
A time traveler from 2003 wouldn't feel out of place in today's world--it's not like jumping from say, 1965 to 1990.
I've been puzzling over our Stuck Culture for quite some time. How could things just stop? What force could do something like this?
For a time I thought it was a function of smart phones and social media, but I've had a change of heart.
Social media is merely the effect, not the cause. It's merely the mirror we gaze into looking for answers and distraction and comfort--to soothe our loss of community and culture and drown out the feelings of loneliness and isolation and alienation.
So what happened? Why did we get stuck?
In a recent Tucker Carlson interview, my friend Frank Wright connected it for me. He said (and I'm paraphrasing here) that the regime the Forever Wars changed wasn't in the Middle East--it was here at home.
Whatever it was that ruled us in the 2000s--and the thing that still rules us now--wasn't what ruled us in the 1990s.
September 11th and the Forever Wars that followed were a victory for The Machine. And The Machine doesn't care about us--let alone silly things like art, music, fashion, and culture.
But I feel motion. It's lurching forward in starts and fits. History is moving again. And like sleeping passengers on a stopped train, we're being shaken from our slumber.
The Machine got lazy and it got sloppy. Too many of us see the world for what it is now, and we're not going back to sleep.
I see it in Los Angeles, I see it in Belfast, I see it everywhere.
Not that I have any idea what the future holds, but I know something new is coming.
I've got kids now. And I hope this new world has something to offer them. They'll be out of the house in a few years, and they'll have their own drunken bare knuckle boxing matches to attend. At least I hope they will.
But for now, all I have to say is...
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground, try this trick and spin it, yeah.
Try this trick and spin it. Yeah.