Why do I have the feeling for the next AFI album, there's going to be no makeup, no colored hair, no image whatsoever? I mean, with all this shit coming out, I wouldn't blame them.
I used to think that Boys Night Out Circa-Make Yourself Sick had some of the most ADD driven songwriting until I heard this.
This song is really really BAD, and it's old news. I just saw it 5 minutes ago, and honestly, you HAVE TO WATCH THE LAST MINUTE OF THIS VIDEO.
Actually, watch the entire thing, there was a bad running man, the whole "crabcore" thing and it's pretty much the embodiment of why Chad wrote "Screamo Gotta Go" on ISHC.
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!
OBVIOUS Things!:
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!).
This.
Enough said.
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.
2.
Quote:
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.
3.
Quote:
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."
"Bye."
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.
Too bad I got most of these for being a walking gimmick wagon. I feel like less than half of this stuff was actually worthwhile. Keepin it anyways, THANKS READERS!
You know, I always had my doubts about All Time Low, but a song as catchy as "Damned If I Do Ya" shoves any doubts in my face and turns me around and kicks me in the ass. This band is going to be gigantic.
I bet TRL is kicking themselves for cancelling because this band probably would've been a number one for 10 weeks in a row. Nice work butch walker, you really are a fucking genius. This is pop at it's best for now, so bask in it!
Damned If I Do Ya (Damned if I Don't) - All Time Low
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