#The STrokes

[fishnoodles]

Reaction to You Being Infertile - The Strokes

Requested~

Julian: "Oh- uhhh. Hm. Well- . Uh... I hope you didn't plan on having kids [laughs] Sorry. I shouldn't be laughing at that. Ummm.... Well it's a little awkward, isn't it? Guess we're just not gonna have kids, huh? Well, I don't even see myself being a good dad anyways. Guess it's a good thing we'll never know?"

Albert: "Well, it doesn't really matter to me. So long as you're still healthy and nothing's wrong :) That's all that matters right now."

[You will find out in 6 years that Albert cheated on you right after this]

Nick: "Oh my god! Well.. hm. I guess kids are off the table? I mean we could just adopt I guess? If you want? Man, I don't really know how to handle someone telling me that. Like, do I tell you, 'Sorry you can't produce offspring' or 'Awesome! You could have all the raw sex you want!!' or something? I dunno man. Sorry about that though."

Nikolai: "Hey, I will still love you regardless of that. It's alright. I'm happy you're healthy and okay, and we can find meaning in our lives regardless of your ability to have kids or not."

Fab: "Geez. I'm so sorry, man. Ugh, that stinks. :( Well, I hope you're not too bothered by it, cuz it doesn't bother me. Don't let it get to you! I still love you anyways, okay? And hey! We can just do whatever we want now! We don't have to worry about anything! Woooo! Least I hope that's how it works. Not too familiar with infertility and all yet."

[bedupolker]

Julian feeding his sickly son

[111papilio]

i guess you could say it’s “hard to explain”

[sophaeros]

"can i give you a kiss?" "yes, of course. just lay it on me." "can i have one?" "yes, of course, darling. hey, you too, c'mere."

the strokes meeting fans in dallas, usa, november 2002 (x)

[whosectype]

You sound so angry, just calm down, you found me

In reality Kanaya would not listen to the strokes but a girl can dream

[kendallroyscoke]

Julian Casablancas

[kishdoodles]

The Strokes - Is This It

[draculalunch]

inside the apartment Julian and Albert shared in New York in the early 2000s.

[sadness-belladonna]

[aeolianblues]

‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014, ‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014, ‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014, ‘Indie sleaze’ is not 2014!

It’s not tumblr-core and it’s not Lana Del Ray or 2013 AM, it’s not #girl interrupted, it’s not Ethel Cain (she literally is an artist of our time, what are you on about.)

It was 2001 with the Strokes on the cover of the NME every 2 weeks, it was cabaret night and English poetry with the Libertines in 2002, it’s those red and blue military jackets, it was the fucking grease in Julian Casablancas’ hair, it’s ’cocaine was the banker’s drug’ quoth Alex Kapranos, it was Don't Go Back To Dalston and the heroin, it was red and black horizontal striped tops and tight black shirts as evening wear, it was Russell Lissak’s mop top and a full page interview with London hairdressers in the NME in 2005, it was Jack and Meg’s saturated red and white dresses, it was cut-and-paste glitter on the cover of Santigold’s first album, it was the sleaze and the sex of CSS’s music, it was ‘cold light, hot night’, it was the anti-Bush and anti-war stances of the bands at the time, it was America by Razorlight, it was Popworld on telly and Simon Amstel being a little shit to musicians, it was Karen O defying death on stage nightly, it was throwing up in shitty nightclubs on god knows what drugs, it was the fucking danger knowing this could all collapse any second—and rightly, it should. It was the godawful egos at DFA, it was knowing that while you were lucky to be seeing these bands live, you’d fucking hate them if you had to spend even a minute in their individual company. It was Amy Winehouse telling the world to get the fuck out of her business, it was Leslie Feist and Peaches sharing a dilapidated flat above a sex shop in Toronto.

It was horrible camera flash and red-eye editing softwares and putting your feet by the warm, spinning fans of your computer while it whirred away and downloaded your albums in *checks* 46 more minutes. It was horrible, it was dirty, it was gritty, we all hated it and thought the 90s were the last time music was good and that nothing good had happened since 1997. It was garishly bright clothes we were all embarrassed of by 2011, it was multiple layers and leggings and asking your mum to cut the itchy tag on the back of your low rise jeans only for her to snip your back. It was bell bottoms at the start of the decade. It being thankful that by 2017, no one would dream of wearing low rises anymore, please please, please let them never come back.

It was faux nostalgic of the past itself. It was ‘please make sure baby you’ve got some colours in there’ in your clothes. It was moral panic over emos. It was wanting to escape into a better past that you could see was visibly impoverished in the present. It was watching your favourite programmes become less and less relevant on air. It was watching MTV decisively die a horrible death. It was watching important venues and nightclubs get bulldozed. It was watching the last regular broadcast of Top Of The Pops in 2006. It was seeing how the 2009 financial crisis most definitely put a stop to independent music in the western world for a decade, it was watching the rise of bedroom DIY and electronic music. It was seeing the phrase ‘SoundCloud rapper’ being coined. It was the rise of Disney pop. It was counter-culture Justin Bieber hatred. It was the MS paint meme of those tumblr girls thoroughly unimpressed by the guy.

It was not using the words ‘indie sleaze’ at all, in fact. That’s a retconned word. It was garage rock revival. It was ‘post-grunge’. We didn’t care what it was called, we hated it all the same. It was a lead into a decade of despair and nihilism, it was the last hurrah for the music industry before it splintered into a thousand little online ecosystems, it was the last time we had physical community and any shared pop cultural moments. It was Live8 2005. It was the same as it is now, and it was a time that’ll never happen again, for better and for worse.

But one thing is for sure: it was decisively dead by 2014. Santi and Karen O’s 2012 collab was its last hurrah and it was dead by Comedown Machine by the Strokes (2013). It has nothing to do with 2014.

[venusplanetofloveee]

Julian Casablancas is on the Brat remix album... today is a good day for insufferably pretentious indies like me

[thendhasnoooend]

the strokes on their first uk tour in 2001.

[secretangeldoll]

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི‎♡₊˚ i love him ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི‎♡₊˚ ・

[d1gnan]

"room on fire" by the strokes inspired custom bracelet

[ninoochat]

historians will say they were roommates