i'm listening to garbage this morning. no, not the band, just... actual crap music. so there goes that new year's resolution. well, maybe not technically, i like the music... the music is good, my friend is playing the drums, and those sound great, but the singer for this band is complete shit. they picked him because he has a british accent, i'm thinking, but man, he holds a tune as well as you can hold a greased two year-old who doesn't want to be held. if people like this can be in bands, why can't i? nevermind, i know that answer. oh man, this stuff is so bad. i want to punch this singer in the face. augh.
i guess i'm not listening to garbage after all, not anymore. i thought if i listened to something crap while i wrote that it would irk me enough to get out something new.
cherry coke doesn't taste so great the second time around.
thom yorke clones? really? not all my music sounds like that, and why does everyone seem to make thom yorke comparisons to everything? the only radiohead i own is one album - pablo honey - which i bought when i was 20, because i really liked the song "creep." that's all! it's not like the core of my musical preference and everything i listen to revolves around him - maybe it's just because all the lyrics i like happen to be sung by guys who sing like bitches. how is that my fault? i hate thom yorke.
no, the center of my musical preferences revolves around the longest-standing crush i have had (since i was 15) and the fact that he's the reason i even got into music as badly as i did in the first place. and i don't think he sounds anything like thom yorke, so there you go. well, it was a cross between ubercrushmensch and seeing school of rock. yeah... you read that right, school of rock is what made me decide that i needed to care more about rock music and not just the crap that played on the radio.
oh, tragedy, the foundations of my indiecred have just crumbled in this brandished sweep of truth.
ah, well, it was time to get it out. i'm not as cool as i think i am. or maybe admitting these things makes me even more cool? guess what? the coolness doesn't matter. and here we get to the thesis of this post:
fuck you, i'll listen to whatever i want.
which means i have learned the spirit of rock music after all, despite the ridiculous beginnings. like those people who convert to a religion because of someone they want to marry and then later realize the religion was right all along and they believe it completely, and their spouse stops going to church and divorces them but they keep going anyway.
or it's not like that at all. i wouldn't know. i hate similes, too. they're just like thom yorke.
great post - i was laughing throughout - especially this part:
ReplyDelete"they picked him because he has a british accent, i'm thinking, but man, he holds a tune as well as you can hold a greased two year-old who doesn't want to be held. if people like this can be in bands, why can't i?"
greased two year old, simile of the year!