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In Which Stereotypes Run Amok

I don’t want to get too crudely reductive here, but considering that Mocha Hut on 13th Street where I work appears to have an entirely African-American staff, the music they’re playing today bears on odd resemblance to . . . what’s on my iPod. I’ve already heard a Broken Social Scene tune, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, some Built to Spill, and now “Baby Six String” by Dressy Bessy which I regard as a somewhat obscure band even by indie rock standards.

Is it possible that there’s some kind of gentrification consultant out there telling the Hut’s management team what kind of music will appeal to the neighborhood’s newer demographic? If so, can that person tell the owners of the Mercadito Ramos that they should refrigerate their Diet Coke supply?

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