"Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh, yeah! My opinion on music suddenly being free. Right. Love it. I think itís awesome. Canít say enough good things about it.
Look, this is a stupid conversation 100% of the time, and hereís why. Everyone would rather make money. If thereís a dude just digging holes because he loves digging holes, and then suddenly digging holes becomes profitable, and he can just do what heís been doing but heíll get a check for it, heíll take the fucking money (unless heís retarded). So pretending that the money just cheapens everything or it doesnít matter is, every time, disingenuous or plain old stupid. Youíd be dumb not to want to get paid for doing something you love. If I could get paid to hang out at a bar or get blowjobs from my old lady, Iíd jump at it. So IN WHAT FUCKING UNIVERSE IS A MUSICIAN GOING TO BE HAPPY THAT MUSIC IS SUDDENLY FREE???? BUT BUT BUT BUT, thatís the small half of why this is a stupid conversation.
The big half is this: itís free. It is. Thereís nothing you can do about it, thereís no point in acting like youíve been slighted. You havenít. Shitís changed. Remember the guy digging holes? When digging stops being profitable, he can either go back to digging like he did before, for the love of it, or he can fucking adapt and move on like HUMAN BEINGS DO EVERY FUCKING DAY, YOU PUSSIES!!!!!!
Look, there used to be an industry built around shoeing horses. There were places that made horseshoes, people who put em on, took em off, people that built the nails, I donít fucking knowÖbear with me. Well, at some point, probably right around when the car started getting popular, these poor schlongs all went out of business. You know why? The world changed. All the bitching in the world about tradition or how itís gentlemanly to ride a horse or how this one is right and this one is wrong didnít sway anything. Shit done changed and the option is, cry about it and look absolutely pathetic, or fucking sack up, look around and figure out what the fuck youíre gonna do.
I canít stand listening to these fuckers in the industry bitch about illegal downloadsÖNot because I wouldnít like more money. Of course I would, but itís so fucking wimpy. Itís like crying because itís raining. Hey, pussy! Itís gonna keep raining. You can either catch a cold crying out there, or you can fucking look for a place to dry off. I mean, musicians gripe and gripe because their profits are shrinking, and sure, that sucks, but the idea that since they used to make X amount of dollars and now they donít, theyíre allowed to just complain and throw a fit is just childish. Hey, I used to be allowed to shit my pants, and then some lady would come along and wipe my ass and put new pants on me. I used to shower in a room full of ten year old boys, I used to be able to eat cupcakes all day and never gain a pound. Thereís A FUCKING MILLION THINGS that change on this earth, every day, and some are a real bummer (not being able to just eat cupcakes) some are the result of taking responsibility for yourself (shitting my pants) and some are just what fucking happens when shit changes (Iím no longer ten). This situation with music is really all three, but humans are at our best and most innovative when we adapt. Thereís never been an exciting discovery made from complaining about the way things used to be. Thereís never been progress made by sitting stubbornly in the rain or the road and thereís never been a blowjob received by someone who was such a pussy that the world turned and they just rolled over and cried.
Thatís why this is a stupid conversation. I donít have time to complain about the fucking tides, man. Iíve got real shit to worry about. Right? Good. Now, can everyone please just shut up about it forever? The old way is done now. Fucking get used to it. Thank you."
The Swellers are playing in stockton tonight (don't know why, exactly), gonna see if I can lure them back to my little studio (with promises of candy and funny stories) and maybe try and do a guest spot?
Rule 1: If you get an account and are not really up to speed on the way this place works, you're not going to make friends by saying obvious things. In my infinite benevolence, I've decided to list a few of these subjects (or something along those lines) so you don't have to be captain fucking obvious!
Saying that the album isn't as good as a previous one, or even one in their heyday. We get it, this album wasn't the same as the last one, shut the fuck up.
Monosyllabic expressions like "ok" "erm" or even grouping two of them together and saying "Don't care" nobody gives a shit whether you care or not. Raising your post count doesn't not equal respect here. Saying things that are clever, smart, or even relevant will let you gain respect here (SIDEBAR: See Below)
We all miss the days when music was good. You don't need to remind us how much you miss it. Put it in a blog like I do, where you can put it in your tearstained entries and masturbate to Deja Entendu and Save the World, Lose the Girl (Like I do!).
These are just some simple ones but they cover a multitude of subjects! Have fun out there, more rules soon!
(SIDEBAR: Getting respect from people who talk shit on message boards most/all of the day isn't exactly amazing to have. If you want respect, make sure it's with physical people you know and care about.)
Only AP.net users would be offended and pissed to see tits. You should be happy, I'm sure there haven't been many you guys have seen without puttin' down your parents credit card number first.
Translation: I am somehow affiliated or IN escape the fate. My only defense for someone or something not liking me is attacking it while assuming all of APnet are fat nerds who have to pay to see tits.
video is sweet. tits are sweet.
any dude who doesn't enjoy this video is probably a homosexual.
Translation: I'm under 16 and my hormones are out of control. They are so out of control the concept of using female breasts (or "tits") for any form of media excites me way too much. If you're a homosexual, you're the enemy. I'm a total homophobe.
That video is sick, i guess theres a bunch of pussies on here who dont like rock
Translation: I either never knew my dad, or his most distinct features were the mullet and the tall can of king cobra in a paper sack. I believe that rock and roll should be portraits of excess and tits, as long as it has sweet solos and guest spots from awful, AWFUL bands. My weekends generally consist of drinking in the basement of my cousin's house and having unprotected sex with girls I don't even like. But hey, they're tits right?
In conclusion: Yes, I realize breasts are good. But people who feel they have to put excessive amounts of them in their "art" probably don't see a lot of them. If you weren't in a band, would you even have more than a 20 second conversation (and that's INCLUDING the inevitable awkward silence) with any of those pornstars? Doubt it!
Don't you remember when there were Three Piece bands?
The Luxury was truly a Guitar, Bass, Drums and Vocals. No samples, not needless technicality, just three chords and the truth.
Think about it while you listen to this:
Face to Face - Graded on a Curve
Guitar, Bass, Drums. There's a slight bit of layering but mostly it's just three instruments and vocals. It's full sounding and does not need anything else, does it? Pop Punk now is just spoiled. Samples and extreme amounts of layering isn't needed as long as you have the hooks, my friend!
It had been the first time I had smoked a cigarette in 2 years.
Sitting on back porch in one of the cheap lawn chairs, smoking a cigarette. Is this one of those "simple moments" my mom and dad always talked about? I'll be honest, it felt good. It must have been 75 degrees outside, with a light breeze. It's why I loved California.
"Yeah, I think changing Majors is the best plan," I said over the cell phone, "It may be another couple of years before I'm in good shape again."
"Well Ryan, I think you're the only person I know that's heartless enough to be in the IRS." she laughed.
"Thanks Mom, you're the best." I laughed back. "I gotta get going though, I love you, and tell that prick you're with that he's a fucking asshole, okay?"
"I won't Ryan, but I love you."
I went for a second cigarette. Gotta have those Lucky Strikes, go big or go home. If I'm going to fuck up my lungs, I might as go for the best.
You realize by changing majors you're just delaying the inevitable. She said
"What do you mean by that?" I said, lighting the second cigarette.
You're not ready for what happens after you get that job and start that routine.
"Are you kidding? All I want to do now is settle down. I've seen so much in the last 6 years of my life, I'm just ready for the world to slow down again."
She scoffed. Ryan, you're lying to yourself, saying that you hate the folks around you. You're just scared they won't enjoy your company.You would LOVE to go out with friends and have a good time and you know it.
"Nah, they're kind of just dicks. Our interests aren't similar, it's a waste of time for both parties."
You think you know it all Ryan, but you need this, you need friends. You need to be around your family more.
"Well what the fuck do you know?"
Ryan, I'm a figment of your fucking imagination. I'm not real you fucking idiot!
"I am not in trouble, if anything, YOU ARE in trouble because I can just fucking will you away every time you decide to give me another fucking speech!"
I looked up where she was and it was only my roommate.
"Ryan, are you okay? You've kind of been yelling at yourself for the last few minutes." he said.
"I'm fine, just kind of tune it out when that happens. I know I do. Sorry about that." I said with a cautious confidence.
"All right then."
He walked back inside. I sat there with my head in hand, feeling the strangeness of the situation.