It’s gone far beyond any choice adjective, dialect, or slander. I’ve been keeping up with the moves of many in this scene, and I cannot begin to garner enough phrasing to describe to you how I feel. Hopefully if i give you the words fake, fuck (in all its variations: -ing, -er, etc), suck, dick and straight bitch ass niggas who keep it as real as Toon Town, you can go ahead and comprise a few statements directed towards this industry in like a wheel of fortune type manner. Fill in the phrase. I’ve done quite the share of mental documentation, only to find I’ve lumped all of these “bands” and “artists” into the same category I placed the 156th time I threw up on stage. A tab I labeled due to its disgusting recurrence and undeserved nature. This garbage heap of “who the fuck cares?” memories has become the apt position for most of your new favorite bands in Jason Aalon Alexander Butler’s cerebral archives.
For all of us to sit around and act as if this isn’t happening is just as bad, if not worse than being an actual shareholder in this hellacious stage. But who’s to blame? They solicit, we buy in. They pander, we get fucked (and get off). Who’s to blame? You’re to blame. Fuck ya, you are. You’re accepting responsibility because you’ve read this far and haven’t taken off that stupid fuckin’ dayglow shirt with some weird distorted mystical creature making a funny face while vomiting up the bands name at the bottom or middle of the shirt (remember when it was cool to put the name of the band down the side of the shirt?). You’re responsible because you’ve read this far and didn’t send your EX-favorite band a nasty myspace message displaying a months load of laundry listed reasons as to why you are relinquishing your title as their “*nUmB3r 1 F@N~~!!**”. I mention myspace message because I mean, how else would you get in contact with these musical deities? Myspace is obviously the only way you can even come close to these men and women (yes you unnaturally colored haired vixens play a staunch role in this too) who live at home with their parents and still find a way to act as though they live a life comparable to aerosmith when you ask them for a picture, and they turn their heads down and walk into their 12 passenger van. That takes moxie. That’s rock stardom (see: SARCASM). Don’t trip, I am also very self aware. I’m definitely to blame because I’m sitting here writing this lengthy temper tantrum instead of heeding the words of one of my most adored revolutionaries, Mr. Malcolm Little aka Malcolm X, and ending this shit as soon as possible “by any means necessary” (YOUTUBE.COM SEARCH-MALCOLM X BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY). Don’t worry Brokencyde, I aint gonna grab pops’ AK and blast you at the upcoming L.A. warped tour date. I’m just gonna steal your fans from you and dress them in much more fashion forward letlive merchandise (see: WWW.MERCHNOW.COM SEARCH-LETLIVE).
we’re all to blame.
And in assuming such a circumstance, it sheds light on what we all must do if we want to turn our radios on and hear real music again. Stop listening to/propagating/cheering for/swooning over/booking/acknowledging/buying merch from/GIVING CHANCES TO these horrible excuses for bands. I’ve said it before, being a hater can only be warranted to a certain extent. Since I do subscribe to the motto “to each his/her own” I could seem contradictory, but at this point, I don’t give a fuck. Let me put it this way- kids, over 65% percent of the shit you listen to and shovel mom and dad’s money into is straight garbage, the other 34.8% is contrived, and that last 0.2%…that’s letlive. That shit is real.
From here on out I will express my distastes, just as I will my esteem for this and that. Keep up with the blog, for I will try and commit to a weekly posting of text and/or video.
Sorry about the rant earlier.
No I’m not.
Food for thought:
1. to seek for (something) by entreaty, earnest or respectful request, formal application, etc.: He solicited aid from the minister.
2. to entreat or petition (someone or some agency): to solicit the committee for funds.
3. to seek to influence or incite to action, esp. unlawful or wrong action.
4. to offer to have sex with in exchange for money.
–noun Also, pan⋅der⋅er.
1. a person who furnishes clients for a prostitute or supplies persons for illicit sexual intercourse; procurer; pimp.
2. a person who caters to or profits from the weaknesses or vices of others.
3. a go-between in amorous intrigues.
Take a moment to compare the two
The 1st display of dudes dressing up like people of a dick sucking village was intentional because those dudes did suck dick and were proud of it. The 2nd, displays young men dressed like complete scene abiding fuck heads who may or may not suck dick (I will give them that grace since I cannot prove it yet), whose songs sound like they wrote them as they performed fellatio whilst sodomizing one another.
I’d much rather listen to the proud dick suckers who at least made one song I can shamelessly say I enjoy, than the ambiguous genre sampling dick suckers who have completely fucked various scenes and destroyed all progress made by white rappers in the past 25 years. Fuckin punks, frontin on the hustle.