{"id":1051,"date":"2009-11-17T10:40:00","date_gmt":"2009-11-17T18:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/culturecrash\/2009\/11\/the-twilight-of-the-80s-with-richard-rushfield.html"},"modified":"2009-11-17T10:40:00","modified_gmt":"2009-11-17T18:40:00","slug":"the-twilight-of-the-80s-with-richard-rushfield","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/culturecrash\/2009\/11\/the-twilight-of-the-80s-with-richard-rushfield.html","title":{"rendered":"The Twilight of the &#8217;80s with Richard Rushfield"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_yrL6yfubw8g\/SwL0UMA-d9I\/AAAAAAAAAhI\/6-hJ4qvtmI0\/s1600\/dont-follow.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_yrL6yfubw8g\/SwL0UMA-d9I\/AAAAAAAAAhI\/6-hJ4qvtmI0\/s320\/dont-follow.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"><\/a><br \/>FOR years before I met him, I knew of Richard Rushfield as this dark legend &#8212; a nihilist wit who ran an underground humor magazine, an online savant with a Nixonian five-o&#8217; clock-shadow who had come into the LA Times to destroy the print world from within. <\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>When I finally met <a href=\"http:\/\/www.richardrushfield.com\/\">Rushfield<\/a>, at an art opening a few months back, I found him oddly innocent and charmingly bewildered, and I&#8217;m pleased to report that his new memoir has some of these same qualities. &#8220;Don&#8217;t Follow Me I&#8217;m Lost: A Memoir of Hampshire College in the Twilight of the &#8217;80s&#8221; is about a time and place and a series of comic misadventures, but also very much the story of a dazed, Hawaiian-shirted Angeleno lost in a particularly decadent niche of East Coast culture. I spoke briefly to him about his experience.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Q: What made you want to go to Hampshire, which by the &#8217;80s was already a legendary hippie school?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>A: I grew up here in Los Angeles, so I always thought about  going back East for college. When you go to Crossroads [prestigious LA high school] you pretty much think, by 16, that you know everything you need to know. How dare any college tell <i>me<\/i> what to study? So the progressive education appealed to me. Going to school in the woods of New England was a kind of idyllic fantasy &#8212; but this was kind of the &#8220;Mad Max&#8221; version.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Q: Your first night there was a pretty embarrassing welcome to the college experience.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>A:  My first experience getting drunk on red table wine included emptying the contents to my stomach on a hall which didn&#8217;t much want me there in the first place. Their affection for me did not increase.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Q: I get a sense there was a real culture clash for you as a California kid?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>A: It&#8217;s a very different world there, and it got stranger as it went along. If you&#8217;re from Los Angeles, you&#8217;re presumed to barely be able to spell your name  &#8212; they speak very slowly for you. And the hippie culture doesn&#8217;t really exist here &#8212; prep school kids who didn&#8217;t bathe, with heavy sweaters, driving Volvos&#8230;?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Q: It sounds like you eventually found your tribe.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>A: It was a school of outcasts where I thought I&#8217;d fit in great. But I had to find the outcasts&#8217; outcasts. This was a group [known as the Supreme Dicks] whose response to the culture was to wholly check out, burning the bridges with society. The ethos came to be known as &#8220;the grunge era&#8221; years later, where to have any motivation or enthusiasm was the most uncool thing you could do. Ambition, relationships, goals, studies &#8212; you&#8217;d never heard of them.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>When the grunge era came around, it was the first mass movement with absolutely no agenda. It was Gen X&#8217;s one moment of ruling the stage, in between the Boomers and their kids. And our moment was to say, Let&#8217;s stay in and do nothing.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Q: Does reflecting on those years tell us anything about higher education, Miami Vice, the Reagan &#8217;80s, or generational change?<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>A: Certainly if I could look at myself at age 17, I could conclude that a 17-year-old should not be entrusted with his own eduction.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I also feel like we came at the end of this enormous party, from the disco &#8217;70s to the go-go &#8217;80s, before things became very earnest and political with Gen Y. We showed up at the party at 3 a.m., after the buffet had been cleaned out and there were just a few cheese cubes left. And the people right outside started this really earnest movement.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>More Rushfield <a href=\"http:\/\/www.richardrushfield.com\/\">here<\/a>.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>FOR years before I met him, I knew of Richard Rushfield as this dark legend &#8212; a nihilist wit who ran an underground humor magazine, an online savant with a Nixonian five-o&#8217; clock-shadow who had come into the LA Times to destroy the print world from within. 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