I posted this on my myspace profile... thought you guys might find it interesting considering emo music is 100% AFC.
"The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt..."
Seriously... when did mothers start popping out little boys without any testicles? Did I miss something? Did I? Someone please tell me. As I sit here, my roommate (whom is still cool despite his tastes) is blaring the ****tiest music I have ever heard in my life.
I was forced to launch Itunes, stick on my headphones, and blare 311 to drown it out. But even 311 is not potent enough. I'm gonna have bust out with some extra-manly Megadeth to compensate for the pussiness that just soaked into my ear-drums.
Where is the machismo? The ****y smirks, the 5 o'clock shadows, the ass-kicking "take no prisoners, get out of my way or get killed" attitude? Tell me that Arnold Schwarzenegger didn't star in all those awesome B movies for nothing!
What puzzles me is how an entire genre of music has been built around these themes:
lack of self-confidence
neediness
being a loser
And REVELING in it all. Being a loser is cool, didn't you hear? Let's start a sub-culture of attention-*****s who get the validation they need by acting dark, depressed, artistic and elitist.
If someone really IS dark, depressed, elitist and artistic, COOL. Whatever.
People who actively try to construct a phony image that centers around being victimized and misunderstood are not fit to receive any attention, much less a paycheck. Recently, half a million people got wiped out by a ****ING HUGE TSUNAMI. The victims of that catastrophe have a legitimate reason to complain and cry.
If your boyfriend or girlfriend decided you were too ****ing needy, figure out what you did wrong so you won't do it again, and GET OVER IT. Stop wallowing in depression. It makes no sense, and the attention that ppl get from their complaining makes me boil on the inside when there are people who are REALLY suffering from REAL loss.
Sheeeyaaaat! I didn't mean for this post to get so negative, so I will lighten things up a bit.
How to make an emo song:
1. First, you have to make sure you get a lead singer who can't sing. This is the most imporatant step He has to be able to yell, but it he has to sound a lot like a woman. You know, because dark, depressed people are more sensitive than most people, and its not their fault that they are in so much pain. And sensitive people have to be really, really feminine, because an average MAN can't be sensitive.
2. It is not the emo artist's perogative to "choose to be happy." The world MADE them depressed .
3. In photos, the emo artist CANNOT look confident. Ever. His shoulders must be slumped or he must be looking away from the camera. He has to look VERY depressed, dark, artistic, and elitist, because no one understands him.
4. An emo artist's fashion sense is his IDENTITY. His clothes are an expression of his intense rebelliousness since no one understands him. The more pendents, buttons and eclectic accessories the emo artist wears, the better. The emo artist CANNOT be seen wearing any "preppy" clothes; people might think he's confident.
5. The emo artist's songs must be chock full of meaningless verses that sound really dark, depressive, and artistic. The lyrics don't have to MEAN anything or even be about anything. They just have to sound really depressive... and they must also be vague enough so that the emo-fans can assume that since they don't know what the song is about, then it must be REALLY artistic and cool.
So why do I hate emo?
The posturing, the phoniness, the triviality of the subject matter, the bad lyrics disguised as good lyrics, the focus on wallowing in depression, the "singers" who can only YELL, and the ****ing image obsession.
The worst part of emo is that ppl who embrace it are clones of each other. I'm not kidding! Individuality has faded conveniently out of the picture in favor of doing what the herd is doing to be cool.
I had to stop and consider for an entire minute whether or not I wanted to post this publicly, because I'm aware that a large portion of the myspace community identify themselves as "emo" and might attack me since I insulted their identity. I don't give a ****. If you're cool, I will like you. If you feel like you have to belong to a group to feel any sense of identity, I pity you.
Regardless, I still love my friends who listen to emo. I just want emo to die, ,that's all.
Love and kisses,
Duke
"The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt..."
Seriously... when did mothers start popping out little boys without any testicles? Did I miss something? Did I? Someone please tell me. As I sit here, my roommate (whom is still cool despite his tastes) is blaring the ****tiest music I have ever heard in my life.
I was forced to launch Itunes, stick on my headphones, and blare 311 to drown it out. But even 311 is not potent enough. I'm gonna have bust out with some extra-manly Megadeth to compensate for the pussiness that just soaked into my ear-drums.
Where is the machismo? The ****y smirks, the 5 o'clock shadows, the ass-kicking "take no prisoners, get out of my way or get killed" attitude? Tell me that Arnold Schwarzenegger didn't star in all those awesome B movies for nothing!
What puzzles me is how an entire genre of music has been built around these themes:
lack of self-confidence
neediness
being a loser
And REVELING in it all. Being a loser is cool, didn't you hear? Let's start a sub-culture of attention-*****s who get the validation they need by acting dark, depressed, artistic and elitist.
If someone really IS dark, depressed, elitist and artistic, COOL. Whatever.
People who actively try to construct a phony image that centers around being victimized and misunderstood are not fit to receive any attention, much less a paycheck. Recently, half a million people got wiped out by a ****ING HUGE TSUNAMI. The victims of that catastrophe have a legitimate reason to complain and cry.
If your boyfriend or girlfriend decided you were too ****ing needy, figure out what you did wrong so you won't do it again, and GET OVER IT. Stop wallowing in depression. It makes no sense, and the attention that ppl get from their complaining makes me boil on the inside when there are people who are REALLY suffering from REAL loss.
Sheeeyaaaat! I didn't mean for this post to get so negative, so I will lighten things up a bit.
How to make an emo song:
1. First, you have to make sure you get a lead singer who can't sing. This is the most imporatant step He has to be able to yell, but it he has to sound a lot like a woman. You know, because dark, depressed people are more sensitive than most people, and its not their fault that they are in so much pain. And sensitive people have to be really, really feminine, because an average MAN can't be sensitive.
2. It is not the emo artist's perogative to "choose to be happy." The world MADE them depressed .
3. In photos, the emo artist CANNOT look confident. Ever. His shoulders must be slumped or he must be looking away from the camera. He has to look VERY depressed, dark, artistic, and elitist, because no one understands him.
4. An emo artist's fashion sense is his IDENTITY. His clothes are an expression of his intense rebelliousness since no one understands him. The more pendents, buttons and eclectic accessories the emo artist wears, the better. The emo artist CANNOT be seen wearing any "preppy" clothes; people might think he's confident.
5. The emo artist's songs must be chock full of meaningless verses that sound really dark, depressive, and artistic. The lyrics don't have to MEAN anything or even be about anything. They just have to sound really depressive... and they must also be vague enough so that the emo-fans can assume that since they don't know what the song is about, then it must be REALLY artistic and cool.
So why do I hate emo?
The posturing, the phoniness, the triviality of the subject matter, the bad lyrics disguised as good lyrics, the focus on wallowing in depression, the "singers" who can only YELL, and the ****ing image obsession.
The worst part of emo is that ppl who embrace it are clones of each other. I'm not kidding! Individuality has faded conveniently out of the picture in favor of doing what the herd is doing to be cool.
I had to stop and consider for an entire minute whether or not I wanted to post this publicly, because I'm aware that a large portion of the myspace community identify themselves as "emo" and might attack me since I insulted their identity. I don't give a ****. If you're cool, I will like you. If you feel like you have to belong to a group to feel any sense of identity, I pity you.
Regardless, I still love my friends who listen to emo. I just want emo to die, ,that's all.
Love and kisses,
Duke
