The World Is Full Of Idiots
… that listen to commercial pop.
I haven’t written a post stemming from a conversation in a while, and a recent conversation got my mind spewing about something that ticks me off constantly: Commercial Pop.
It’s not music. Don’t fucking call it that, I will smash your fucking face in.
What is pop? Why it’s popular of course! But what does that mean?
To be popular is to have the majority’s interest, but wait… just what IS the majority?
Any sane person would agree that the majority of a population is always stupid, and somehow lesser than the minority of intelligent people. So pop is what all the dumbasses listen to, but there are some intellectuals who listen to it too, does that mean it’s a matter of taste?
Listening to mainstream pop automatically means you have no taste. It’s just chart positions and record sales, and “what’s in right now”. You might say, “record sales don’t materialize out of thin air”. Correct, they materialize from millions of morons wasting their money on shitty music.
Commercial/mainstream pop is manufactured.
It isn’t written, it’s copy-pasted.
It is produced not in a studio but in a boardroom.
That’s not music, that’s masturbation.
I have to admit, as a kid I listened to pop songs on the radio, just like everyone else. I sang along to the Backstreet Boys and N’Sync, I even knew the words to Britney Spears’ songs. But that grew old. I needed something new. Something different. Something that wasn’t just the same old verse-chorus-verse structure with different words and different voices and different keys. I needed real music.
Each and every year I turn on the radio and hear shitloads of crappy music, getting worse and worse, infecting other genres, as each goes down, infected with the commercial bug.
Punk is dead.
Post-grunge is a lost cause.
Alternative Metal is for fags.
Nu-metal is for wannabes.
Glam Rock is unheard of.
Marilyn Manson is a pussy.
Grunge is dead.
Alternative Rock is just another name for pop with guitars.
And a band is no more what it used to be.
Nowadays it’s not the friendship of fellow bandmembers that holds them together, it’s a contract. It’s not the passion for music that drives them, it’s their paycheck. It’s not their instinct that tells them which notes to play, it’s their record label. It’s not their words that come out through the speaker, but it’s exactly what you want to hear you sad little fuck that helped destroy music.
A “rock” band now is a bunch of guys put together much like a boy-band, made to play songs that have been approved to sell more records to keep their asses off the streets. I’d rather be a busker than hear myself on the radio next to Britney Spears and Mariah Carey, Lady Gaga and whoever the fuck else is at the top of the charts. I couldn’t care less about who’s most popular.
Life is a popularity contest only for attention-starved whores. And those that watch are the voyeurs that feed off of it, wishing they had all that attention focused on themselves. But since they can’t they might as well watch the others on American Idol and feel a part of it by voting, voicing their opinion on who looks best on stage, which voice suits which shitty song, who murdered a classic song best, and who didn’t deserve that harsh comment from Simon. And the cycle continues…
Day by day we lessen ourselves to pulling levers and pushing buttons on a vending machine.
Slaves to the machine, we have become.