It's been awhile
Three posts in May, now that's depressing. What a roaring start I'm off to with this thing. The title reminds me of that song by Staind, one of a very few modern day bands I actually enjoy. They're lyrically a cut above the rest, but that isn't saying much these days is it. Modern music seems a bit canned, doesn't it? Everyone looks the same, sings the same, and bitches and whines about the same shit. Let's check out the roster of recent success stories shall we?
In the late 90's and early millenium we were graced with the presence of Limp Bizkit, a side project of an oft hailed lyrical and energetic virtuoso named Fred Durst. Fred and pals bought us such gems as 'Nookie' and 'My Way' at the peak of their popularity. On the way down, and what an accelerated decline it was, we heard Fred doing a line in a live Staind song. Today, blissful silence has swallowed this cacophanous, crotch grabbing clothing marketing tool, but only after they got their talentless fingers around a very good song by The Who that I thought was JUST fine without a speak and spell solo in it.
That's a speak and spell, I had one as a kid..I know one when I hear it.
At the same time, those members of the 13-21 demographic who mustered enough integrity to proclaim 'Bizkit sucks' rallied behind their main men, those dreadlocked, angst ridden members of the iconic band Korn. Led by some guy who's name I don't know, they shelled out albums like harlequin shells out books. It appeared that they knew their time was limited, and flooded the market with product before drowning in the crap they spewed forth.
However, like the fabled Hydra, these beasts don't die without sprouting new heads, with new faces, and the same shitty, screeching whining as their predecessor. I guess after an album goes platinum, and an artist gets some money, he's not as energetic or as talkative about how his sister was molested, or how he's got no money, or his vagina hurts, or whatever is bothering his starving, self-obsessed ass that day. What is even better, is during the rise to glory, the band is thankful to god, and accessible to fans, and available for interviews. Two months later, you read about how he punched a photographer in a hollywood Starbucks while on a date with Winona Ryder because some fan wanted an autograph. You catch an interview of him where he's bitching because he doesn't have any time to himself anymore. No shit Sherlock, that's what POPULAR means! Rather than realize that in most cases, people are sorry when they get what they ask for, and that maybe he should have thought his dream through a little better, he turns his finely tuned whine engine and faces the barrel of it straight at the true fault of his problems.......us. That's right, it's OUR fault.
The RIAA says it's file sharing that's causing the 30 billion dollar drop in record sales. It couldn't possibly be that people are sick of listening to regurgitated shit could it?
What the hell do I know....I'm just the consumer...
In the late 90's and early millenium we were graced with the presence of Limp Bizkit, a side project of an oft hailed lyrical and energetic virtuoso named Fred Durst. Fred and pals bought us such gems as 'Nookie' and 'My Way' at the peak of their popularity. On the way down, and what an accelerated decline it was, we heard Fred doing a line in a live Staind song. Today, blissful silence has swallowed this cacophanous, crotch grabbing clothing marketing tool, but only after they got their talentless fingers around a very good song by The Who that I thought was JUST fine without a speak and spell solo in it.
That's a speak and spell, I had one as a kid..I know one when I hear it.
At the same time, those members of the 13-21 demographic who mustered enough integrity to proclaim 'Bizkit sucks' rallied behind their main men, those dreadlocked, angst ridden members of the iconic band Korn. Led by some guy who's name I don't know, they shelled out albums like harlequin shells out books. It appeared that they knew their time was limited, and flooded the market with product before drowning in the crap they spewed forth.
However, like the fabled Hydra, these beasts don't die without sprouting new heads, with new faces, and the same shitty, screeching whining as their predecessor. I guess after an album goes platinum, and an artist gets some money, he's not as energetic or as talkative about how his sister was molested, or how he's got no money, or his vagina hurts, or whatever is bothering his starving, self-obsessed ass that day. What is even better, is during the rise to glory, the band is thankful to god, and accessible to fans, and available for interviews. Two months later, you read about how he punched a photographer in a hollywood Starbucks while on a date with Winona Ryder because some fan wanted an autograph. You catch an interview of him where he's bitching because he doesn't have any time to himself anymore. No shit Sherlock, that's what POPULAR means! Rather than realize that in most cases, people are sorry when they get what they ask for, and that maybe he should have thought his dream through a little better, he turns his finely tuned whine engine and faces the barrel of it straight at the true fault of his problems.......us. That's right, it's OUR fault.
The RIAA says it's file sharing that's causing the 30 billion dollar drop in record sales. It couldn't possibly be that people are sick of listening to regurgitated shit could it?
What the hell do I know....I'm just the consumer...
posted earlier by DM, the resident idiot
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