Hey, well thats another days posting out of the way and, as always, I leave you with a thought for the day that is statistically 43.2% better than any other thought of the day anywhere else, ever.
Todays thought is; Music - Do you have to be a prick?
I have many friends who are musicians, I even gave it a bash myself some time ago you may remember and with the possible exception of me, none of them are pricks. However, on the flip side none of them are famous either?
These days all we get is an endless stream of over confident R&B stars who sing generically crap songs about frequent sexual contact, being rich and generally sexy/handsome/tough/wonderful. You know, topics we can all relate to. They are all obviously over paid, and more often than not they are also illiterate morons with few exceptions. Remember the good old days, where musicians were talented, racked with guilt and self-hate and often killed themselves? I really liked them then, they needed to cheer up for sure, but they had led amazing lives which lead to poignant lyrics and beautiful songs, written from scratch by people who cared.
Today, every person and their dog is in some sort of band or musical interest group. Journalists don't escape either, I've found the three I've met were all insincere, brown nosing freeloaders. Until you tell them you aren't a member of the particular band they are here to review, at which point they spit in your face and set fire to your hair, or maybe thats just me. These people are dicks in a whole different way, because they are purely blaggers who don't want to get a proper job, the want to be "scene" and forever 19 years old, but by far the worst part of their character is the fact they have no idea what they are doing. We've all read an article that describes a band as sounding like "Led Zepplin, on acid, in a dustbin, making love to a walrus". Lovely. Just remind me, what exactly does that sound like then?
"You must see this band, they may throw raucous beats and intelligent lyrics your way, but the band themselves are just mere babies, imagine whats to come!"
Babies, eh? Well unless you've just sat through a set played by a group of drooling freeloaders with no bowel control, I imagine this is unlikely.
So, with that in mind, do you have to be a total penis to make it in music, or indeed music journalism? Do you know any who aren't? Have you met a famous musician who looks after you, like you look after them? Has Alex Turner done your washing up? Hit me back!
Todays thought is; Music - Do you have to be a prick?
I have many friends who are musicians, I even gave it a bash myself some time ago you may remember and with the possible exception of me, none of them are pricks. However, on the flip side none of them are famous either?
These days all we get is an endless stream of over confident R&B stars who sing generically crap songs about frequent sexual contact, being rich and generally sexy/handsome/tough/wonderful. You know, topics we can all relate to. They are all obviously over paid, and more often than not they are also illiterate morons with few exceptions. Remember the good old days, where musicians were talented, racked with guilt and self-hate and often killed themselves? I really liked them then, they needed to cheer up for sure, but they had led amazing lives which lead to poignant lyrics and beautiful songs, written from scratch by people who cared.
Today, every person and their dog is in some sort of band or musical interest group. Journalists don't escape either, I've found the three I've met were all insincere, brown nosing freeloaders. Until you tell them you aren't a member of the particular band they are here to review, at which point they spit in your face and set fire to your hair, or maybe thats just me. These people are dicks in a whole different way, because they are purely blaggers who don't want to get a proper job, the want to be "scene" and forever 19 years old, but by far the worst part of their character is the fact they have no idea what they are doing. We've all read an article that describes a band as sounding like "Led Zepplin, on acid, in a dustbin, making love to a walrus". Lovely. Just remind me, what exactly does that sound like then?
"You must see this band, they may throw raucous beats and intelligent lyrics your way, but the band themselves are just mere babies, imagine whats to come!"
Babies, eh? Well unless you've just sat through a set played by a group of drooling freeloaders with no bowel control, I imagine this is unlikely.
So, with that in mind, do you have to be a total penis to make it in music, or indeed music journalism? Do you know any who aren't? Have you met a famous musician who looks after you, like you look after them? Has Alex Turner done your washing up? Hit me back!
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