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| That blog with boring shit about music
| | A Retrospective |
Prologue:
I packed my shit and left, I couldn't handle it anymore and I left. 20 years old, young and really really stupid.
Part 1: The Boy's no Good and the Post Pumpkin Tits Era
"Let's see... email, what should I put as my username?
Hrmm... RyanFineTunedWeapon?
Nah, I like RyanFTW instead."
Fine Tuned Weapon was the name I used for one of my previous musical projects when I was younger. It had been a rather somber 2007 at that point, with the engagement breaking off. I was between bands and I decided to haul my ass to colorado, where my mom lived then. I was in a state of self loathing at that point, I blamed myself for what happened between her and I. I left all my friends and family in California, most of them without saying goodbye. The only thing I had left was the music. That precious precious music.
What better way to show my fandom for music than to join a music website. I was already a member of punknews.org, but I felt like I wanted more. Perhaps something less negative. It felt like every other set of words were the same on that site, a lot of "fuck this band"s or "ORGCORE!" or "(Random Against Me! Song Title Joke)"s. I deleted my account (mostly because I couldn't name any more sandwiches) and I checked this little place out. Hrm... RyanFTW indeed. When I titled my blog "that blog with boring shit about music" I intended to actually write about music then. It was the only thing I wasn't unsure about analyzing.
I remember my first entries were about what I was recording at the time. Well, that, senses fail and every time I die. Also, there was lots of yelling about A Wilhelm Scream albums. When I did start up, the site was already expanding, getting more popularity (and unnecessary jabs, Ice Nine Kills is still awful). I was so proud of those first of many entries, in fact, I would whore my entries out to staff members and put them in threads, because I was dying for the attention. I remember when they made a "featured blog of the week" segment and I was the first guy they featured. At that point my blog consisted of lists and such. In fact, I got my first Hater that time too, a little guy named saysmydoctor who is actually one of the smarter politically minded individuals I've seen around here now. God save us if he runs for office, god save us all.
2: Dance Clown Boy, Dance!
In what was an interesting and (loneliness driven) desperate twist, I started filling my blog up with bullshit and whatever silly thing I could think of. I wanted to be popular. I whored myself out more, making shitty videos and saying radical things in threads because I knew the newer people would look at me like I was some kind of badass. I could've been using this time to fix the life that was happening outside the imac, but I wasn't getting popular that way. In between the attention grubbing and all that, I decided to move back to california. I was 21 now, and I felt I needed to get back to familiar scenery.
The videos got longer and more absurd. Even a fake running election between me and Corey, another known user on this site. It all climaxed with something really dumb. I decided to do the Brand New Lyric booklets. Granted, I thought it was a good idea at the time, but I was also desperately lonely. Whilst I aggravated a thumb injury from a few years back, I started becoming more and more aware about how stupid all of this was. When I couldn't use a pen correctly (or properly carry a serving tray), I decided to just stop and look around for a minute. Although it was a stupid idea, I did meet people through it and realized how many people were affected by a band like Brand New. Every true story touched my heart, but there was a share of fake over the top stories that were awful. I printed out those heartbreaking stories and made a small booklet out of them. To this day, whenever I'm all jaded on music, I just read it and it makes me remember why music is so great in the first place.
3: The scene is dead, NEWS FLASH?
At this time, I decided it was best to just stay away for awhile. I mean, there were several occasions were I went off my rocker at someone (they were mostly fans of the maine), but nobody can care that much about my presence anymore. At that point though, I had that ignorant bliss. These were now the times of Gabe Saporta's purple pants, BrokenCYDE and Millionaires. Of course, the maine were popular too, but hey, they suck. HARD. Either way, because gabe saporta had become a superstar because of his awful awful band, people felt the need to state the obvious.
So they put up a long, negative blog, grumbled for a few paragraphs, and said something only half right. The Apnet community ate it up like it was a quarter pounder and their thyroid problem be damned. At that point, I started caring less. I knew the state of the scene, I guess nobody else did then, because apparently the popularity was revolutionary. Being a troll was in, and I wanted out. I remember when I was in high school, people were fucking trolls, and now I was one too. It only got worse along when the Gabe Saporta interview fiasco came along. I wonder if people are still being assholes about that. Like it matters at this point.
I think I finally started thinking about leaving when they were making fun of the blind girl for being blind. Yeah, she's annoying, but come on, was there a line?
4. See Ya Later, Alligator!
Yes, this is a blog, on a website that consist of music forums. I AM making a big deal out of this. Yeah, I'm a nerd. Can't help that. Where I was when I first got here was way different than I am now. I am thankful for what I was able to put this website through, and I'm glad I'm not getting banned and leaving on my own. I was a part of this site at one point, and now I'm not. I can't be a troll anymore, it's too straining.
I was thinking it might be easier to just teach new fans the ropes rather than be a dick about what they don't know yet.
It's the older user's responsibility to get on kids about listening to honest, sincere music. To every one of the 6 people who read my blog several thousand times, thanks. You're the reason I wrote so many goddamn entries and I don't think I have anything else interesting to say anymore. I'd probably just piss and moan.
*piss
*moan
Thanks kids, I'll see ya in San Francisco if you're goin to a show.
Ryan
Epilogue:
Remember me as a peacemaker.Well, remember it in an ironic sense. | |
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| | Brendan Kelly, Cobra Starship, and Fat Cash |
"My DJ on the Monitor, a german fellow with whimsical hair and endless colorful suits of leather clothing, turned me onto a new sound while we were over Aburiria scattering Krugerands down on the villages in hopes of causing riots for our amusement. It was a song called “good girls go bad” by an artist known as Cobra Starship. Man, shit. Man. Wowzers. That shit’s pretty fucking catchy, innit?
Okay, look. I know what you’re thinking. Something like this, probably: “Cobra fucking starship, dude? Seriously? Seriously? Listen, man, I put up with your lil wayne bullshit and your crap about Britney Spears and all that but this is TOO FAR. You don’t like Cobra Starship. That shit’s garbage. Period. End of story. Move on. You mentioned earlier that there were whores on your zeppelin. Expand on that.” Well, firstly, sure. I’ll get to the whores, but secondly. Nope. You’re wrong. The german knows what I like, and man, fuck me if I don’t like that song. That bitch from whatever that show is has a pretty radical and sexy vocal delivery (only in that song…The german played me a song from her album which was unlistenable jazzy, late 80’s crap that sounds like the inoffensive grossness that moms put on before they masturbate in the tub) and sure, overall, the song’s got a VERY Bloodhound Gang quality. AND the weird sample is highly reminiscent of the Pee Wee Herman sample in “Just Lose It” by Eminem, and yeah, the song is childish, but really, honestly none of that matters. When the German puts it on, I start tapping my foot. When my bathers wake me up in the night for my midnight penis cleansing it’s stuck in my head. You get the idea. And I don’t feel guilty. Nope. It’s not a guilty pleasure, because, as of course you don’t know, money removes the need for guilt. It’s like when you get a dog and you can throw out the mop and broom. Or how when you get a television you can throw away all your books. So therefore, I’d classify the song as a pleasure, a guilt-free pleasure.
Now, the german also played me another song by the same artist, called Hot Mess. This song. Man. Fuck. Shit, man. Wow. Okay, it’s not as good as the first song, given. But man. It’s tapped into the zeitgeist of what’s popular right now in a way I can NOT believe. This Saporta guy is some sort of super genius. I had Claudio schedule us a meeting. I flew him, via luxury airboat to meet us in Tibet where we dined on the endangered flesh of tigers among the clouds. Turns out, I know this fucking guy. I’ve known him forever. I met him when I was sixteen or seventeen and he was in a band called Humble Beginnings. How far we’ve both come since those days in those various gymnasiums and VFW’s in New Jersey. He’s a megastar with a number one song and I’m an advertising genius with hordes of devoted slaves and followers. Man, humble beginnings indeed.
See, the thing that’s blowing my mind here, when I listen to this pair of Cobra Starship songs is the following: This dude is my age. How the FUCK can a dude my age write songs like this? I’m not hating on it. Sincerely, I’m impressed as shit. I mean, “You’re a hot mess and I’m falling for you and I’m all, ‘hot damn, I’ma make you my boo.”????? DUDE! That shit’s hilarious. And timely. And yes. Yes yes yes yes, it’s gonna age poorly and the whole thing’s kind of a joke and all that, but at the end of the day that shit don’t matter because that dude’s sitting on a pile of money the size of the furnace that powers the Monitor. And money, everyone, alleviates the need for everything else, as we’ve mentioned before. So, Good on ya, Gabe. Seriously. Seriously. That shit’s impressive as hell."
-Brendan Kelly
Ryan
P.S. Final blog entry coming soon enough. Needs a bit more work. | |
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| | .....And No Matter Where We Go! |
Get me home again.
start to search for a good friend.
you know and i know
there will be those ups and downs
no matter where we go.
with my sight and mind blurred
within those miles.
i'll get home again feeling lost and alone
in these walls i know.
break the bottle
i still won't find you in the bottom
or anywhere around here.
break the habit
because self destruction is oh so romantic.
so says everyone around here.
but i know we'll be okay
one of these fucking days.
but i know there will be those up and downs
no matter where we go.
so no matter where we go
our hearts will always follow
Later!
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| | Reminder: |
| Absolutepunk.net is serious business. | |
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| | *bangs head on desk |
APnet is a two class system.
Us and them.
I don't know if I want to be a part of either anymore.
I'm seceding and starting my own independent nation.
population: me
Ryan | |
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| | 10 great pop punk songs of 2009 |
1. "Gasoline" By the Bouncing Souls
There's a reason these guys have been around for 20 years. Once your a souls' fan, you're a lifer. They've made a quite a few lifers out of a lot of you, and they still got it. Yeah, they're farther from their Maniacal Laughter era than they ever have been, but what you have now is a loud, anthemic pop punk that will resonate in your ears in 2009.
2. "Sleeper" by the Swellers
Chris Fallon said on this site that the Swellers new album could be compared to Green Day's dookie. While that may seem far fetched to some, I believe he was on to something. Dookie was a balanced mix of rock and pop punk that meshed perfectly together like peanut butter and chocolate. This song (which sounds like a Green Day song itself, and that's a compliment) is a peanut butter + Chocolate wonder. Pop punk in it's purest form
3. "For Collards" by the Shook Ones
INDEPENDENCE DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! I mean erm... Who would've thought someone with such a rough voice could throw hooks your way and make you bob your head along. the Outro is just icing on the cake of this fantastic, yet frenetic pop punk track.
4. "Heart Attack" by Strung Out
I bet if Strung Out released an album full of pop punk tracks, they could be one of the biggest bands in the scene. I'm glad they don't though, because then I wouldn't appreciate the gem of a chorus they coined on this track. They know how to turn on the catchy when they want to, and Jason Cruz's voice is absolutely stellar on this.
5. "Skate or Die" by Teenage Bottlerocket
Cheesy, corny lyrics, with simple guitar riffs but blatantly catchy vocals. Poking fun at skaters a wee bit is always good for a laugh. Teenage Bottlerocket has been doing it right for a few years now, hopefully they're poised to break out?
6. "Faster Ride" by Cartel
This song is just one big hook. If this is the new pop punk, I'll bite my tongue as long as this band keeps making music.
7. "New Sensation" by This Time Next Year
Can you say fun? Yes, yes you can. This song is very "pop punk by numbers" but at the same time you can't help get it stuck in your head. This whole record is a fun trip through the more traditional pop punk areas, but definitely has a bit of a fresh flavor as well.
8. "The Fallen...." by Set Your Goals
While this track is one of the heavier tracks on their new record, this song is undeniably pop punk. Every part of this band upped their game in their respective categories, making a balls out track that won't let you down. Too bad the vocalists can't exactly pull this stuff off live!
9. "She's a Hack" by Living With Lions
Fun Fun Fun. Can't go wrong with this band. Chorus is catchy as fuck, great car sing along.
10. "Don't Let her Pull You Down" by New Found Glory
The most absolute no fucking brainer on this list. Great Video, great song, great LIVE song (holy shit, it sounds AMAZING live). Jordan's vocals are some of my favorite he has ever done. The song is really a statement about how far the band has come, mixing in their newer sound with their older sound making the sexiest pop punk baby on the planet.
I went through the less obvious choices (except NFG) so if you're mad that All Time Low isn't on it, well, get a life.
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| | Moments |
There are moments like these where you think that maybe there isn't a god after all. I mean, I already don't believe it, but you see something like this you have to question your faith a little.
For the 15th time this year, I've lost all faith in humanity.
Ryan | |
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| | Thoughts on the new say anything |
I don't think I've made up my mind on it. I usually think listening to say anything = I'll love it.
The rather odd thing about this band is I'm always disappointed with their records when they come out buy they slowly grow on me and a year later I love them.
I am kinda disappointed in "Crush'd", though. After listening to the acoustic version for so long, I wasn't expecting the direction it took. I suppose the joke is on me, though.
What do you guys think?
Ryan | |
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| | For our hero! |
Amazing.
Nice work, you called out a website that has been called out needlessly THOUSANDS of times now. Too bad you can't get us, we're hiding behind our nerd shields. People who only write lyrics but can't make music are poets. I realize there is no pussy in poetry but grow a sack and get an acoustic guitar. Considering how shitty these lyrics are to begin with, I can see how putting music behind this stuff is the only way to save it.
Maybe you can get a tour with Ice Nine Kills. You fuckheads gotta stick together.
Ryan | |
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| | WHAT A TWIST!!! |
So what if... Anamericangod is actually Gabe Saporta?
Just sayin.
Ryan
(worst blog entry in the history of AP.net blog entries) | |
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| | If Today |
Did you ever have a wonderful life?
and did it slip right through your fingers?
I got caught with my pants down
a sucker punch through my oblivious veil
Hey you, I got your ring right here
I guess it don't belong to you
cause when I put it on your hand
it turned to dust and I jumped ship
So what if today, started all over
I wouldn't carry this heavy heart
Maybe I woulda' said "it's okay"
things would've been just fine
doubt kicks me in my chest
when they are around now
I can't help but cough up excuses
and give alibis for my alibis
I'll go and trip over these words
make myself seem so much worse
I could let you put your feet up
but company don't bode too well
So what if today, started all over
I wouldn't carry this heavy heart
Maybe I woulda' said "It's okay"
could it be that easy?
There will come a day
when I take the steps out this door
without my umbrella or riot shield
and stumble into someone's heart
Maybe i'll forgive you someday
and let you know where I have tread
Watch a slow and winding path
become that golden staircase to today
There's no 'if today', today is over
I shall bear my heavy heart
I guess I'll tell ya I'm okay
but gettin' here wasn't easy
emo stuff=over
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| | | GO LISTEN NOW! |
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| | Frontrunner |
The Swellers Ups and Downsizing is my frontrunner for album of the year. Hooks up your ass! Pick it up next Tuesday, or if you pre-ordered it, get your car cd player ready!
Ryan | |
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| | Impression: Paramore - brand new eyes |
This album is straight up rock, nothing too inventive. The thing is, the lyrics are miles ahead of anything on RIOT! or All We Know is Falling.
While I say that the sound is nothing new, there's nothing wrong with something being done right. They definitely do and they got a good album on their hands.
Yes, and the vocals are excellent.
Pick it up next week, It definitely warrants some car blasting.
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