Okay, first to all those who say "when your mother is into it..." I laugh hysterically and applaud you all. It's like rock and roll, for it to be good and enduring, your parents have to HATE IT. Unless of course, you have abnormally cool on point parents. I've known very few of them.
Ironically, I think there is a song, that best sums up when you know a trend is over. Is anyone here familiar with the Tim Curry classic "Paradise Garage?" It's named after a former famous discotech in NYC which used to be the paragon of underground.....check these lyrics...
"I went down to Paradise Garage
And took my place in line
The cashier said
"Are you alright?"
I said "I'm feelin' fine"
I'm a stranger to Nirvana,
I don't box outside my weight
But when I stepped out of the taxi
I did not anticipate this feelin'
(Oh excuse me, sir...
Oh, no, no, after you...)
Baby's got a dream and she can boogie
Daddy's got a groove that's coming clean
Jemie's got a vision of a permanent position
Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
Well, I'm from Plainsbro, New Jersery,
And I didn't bring a date
I guess I wasn't really sure
If you'd be boogeyin' this late
I can't think were I put my wallet
Naive suburban fool
You wouldn't think that I'd spent hours outside
French polishing my cool...
And feelin' so strange
(I said after you...
I'm a gentleman...
Well, by implication)
Baby's got a dream and she can boogie
Daddy's got a groove that's comin' clean
Jemie's got a vision of a permanent position,
Me, I'm oiling up my dance maching
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
Gotta boogie!
Baby's got a dream and she can boogie
Daddy's got a groove that's comin' clean
Jemie's got a vision, of a permanent position
Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
Well, I really only stepped inside to vary my routine
You see, I read about this discotheque
In New York Magazine
(Hey Baby,
What's your sign?
And haven't we met before?)
I really must suggest
That we've achieved a rare rapport
Hit the ceiling
(Where are you?
Come on,
Come on
You're usually so punctual)
Gotta boogie
(Uh, no, I had a little trouble at the door,
But, anyway,,,,twenty bucks took care of it...
Do you come here a lot?)
Gotta boogie"
I think the point of the song sums it up, when it goes from fashion magazines to every magazine, or when you see your neighbors and your teachers and your janitors for Pete's sake doing it, when EVERYONE is not normally plugged into the world of fashion, begins to rock it, it's over. Like everything else, when something underground becomes the mainstream, it's no longer underground. Old hippies who lived in the Haight Ashbury prior to 1967 will tell you, once the news got hold of what was happening here, and Monterey gave our scene a face, it was already over. Williamsburg Brooklyn, as I know firsthand was a scene that had some stirrings around 1997-2002, then it was over, as trust fund babies from all over the country moved in, to live a life of Ray Ban Wayfarers and doing not much of anything. Once something is talked about and seen to death, it's over.
So, the high shoulders, the over the knee boots, the looking like you want to whip someone into oblivion, if you see your peers doing it en masse, it's time to move along.