Today, my Space celebrates its first year since I started blogging in it.
For the occasion, I will do absolutely nothing, as I usually do when websites have anniversaries. Instead, I will sit here and listen to my Lauchcast station praying they don’t play another one of those lameass new rock bands like Billy Talent or Hoobastank. What kind of name is Hoobastank anyways? Why not change your name to Shithead while your at it, Christ! I can just imagine these guys sitting around a table and one guy says, "Hey guys, what are we gonna call ourselves?" And some idiot goes "How about Hoobastank?" And the other guys, being idiots themselves go "Wow! Great name!" First time I heard the name I thought, with such geniuses you can’t expect much, and I was right. They’re a lameass one-hit wonder and even that one hit fucking hoobastinks.
Fuck, there goes my station again. Acceptance? A band called Acceptance? OK, I give up. There is no hope for modern rock anymore. Thankfully, I learned at an early age that oldies are as good as music is gonna get. So I’ll keep listening to music from the late 60s until that from the early 90s and a select few from more recent times. So if I have any CDs in my collection that were released in 2000 or later, it’s only indie or local underground.
It could be that I can’t stand popular music… or maybe I just don’t trust the music industry anymore because most popular labels will choose an artist according to looks rather than actual talent. As a result, the ones with the true talent and the ones with some real meaning in their songs get left behind and pushed underground. I mean, you would think people would get a little smarter once they realized that Ashlee Simpson doesn’t really sing, she just pretends to do so, but noooo. They keep listening to "her" songs thinking she writes them and composes them and sings them, when the actual artists have their name printed in fine print on the very last page of the CD sleeve.
By the way, just because you learned how to write in fucking grade school, does not automatically mean you can write songs. I have no idea how Simple Plan got so popular. All they do is whine about being misunderstood. Boohoo, grow the fuck up. And what’s the deal with singing about money, cars, chicks and getting laid? Rappers really need to get out more. If you’re gonna write your own songs, do so with taste. Have some kind of message in your song, make a statement. Not an income statement. One that makes people think, you know, like with their brain. But obviously what people have between their ears is not what matters in today’s showbiz but rather what they have between their legs.
Peace, love and, yes, Rock and fucking Roll.