måndag 3 Nov 2008, 14:51

So it doesn’t subtract from the fact that I was somewhat seriously drunk by the time I composed this travesty of a journal. As such expect drastically fewer bomblinks and such though I probably will be adding many, many more by the time I get sober. After a few hours worth of rest and repose, I might add. COCKS

Anyway.

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Q. Why do bands like the angelic process stir such dreadful recollections in me that I’d rather not remember in good company.

A. Because they’re supposed to be that way. If comparisons such as ‘weighing souls in sand is like being crushed to death at the bottom of a very beautiful part of the ocean’ (lolrateyourmusic) unsettles you you’re probably better off listening to remakes of remakes of umbrella and suchlike. They’re NOT supposed to be something you should share with others that won’t probably share (much less care or even want to know about) your present temperament. Why turn a house party into a funeral wake. Nobody wants negativity when the mood’s all jubilant and celebratory. Dude I just passed my removal exams; DUTY TIME. *smokes hash after a swig of zombie*
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It doesn’t matter whether you met your sex slave soulmate through some ridiculous manowar concert or something. What matters are the circumstances you met that person in. What background music was playing at the time. Or the songs that played instrumental parts in your woefully fleeting relationship. Then the obligatory break-up songs after you’ve exhausted every possible position with each other.

These and undoubtedly many, many more are the songs that comprise integral moments of your often miserable life. Those particular tunes when you were utterly devastated for some reason. That particular tune appropriate for what you deem the greatest moment of triumph in your 20, 30, 40 or 50+ years of living. That particular tune that caused you to go berserk for no readily explainable reason, as well as that tune that calmed you and restored your wits in their usual order. As such nobody’s allowed to challenge that special moment of yours, or so you might think. What does it matter if your favorite tune’s some five beats short of a perfect symphonic composition. Your personal enjoyment of the memories it evoked is more than enough to offset for its shortcomings no matter how serious or laughable they were.

Unfortunately there’s the other glaring truth, unkind as it may be. One man’s garbage is another man’s treasure. What will you have to say to that person who describes in painfully accurate detail all those flaws in your ‘favorite song’ (or album) that you’d rather not hear?

Nothing.

If you really loved what you heard you’d also have invested some effort in uncovering what effects it had on other people. If they loved it, fine. If they hated it for some reason, still fine. At least you knew why; try putting yourself in their place without your prejudices (taking their prejudices as your own) and you might just discover exactly why. Some of them would’ve hated the piece without *actually* listening to it and you’d know immediately which of them were actually trying to say something if you have the knack for separating dullards from otherwise interesting people (if you weren’t one of the former yourself).

So why let others influence something that held something of great significance on you (and only you) even before you knew they were inherently ‘unlikeable’.

1. It says something about your character.

1.5. Originality or creativity or even proficiency had little to do with it. It's merely the experience of experiencing something new. Humans intelligent and stupid alike always looked to the new and unknown as wellsprings of interesting things. Consign yourself to predictability and you find your peers shying away from you. Each flavor of music with their predictable sets of fans going through the motions of exhibiting that which is expected of them all the while believing they're acting only in accordance to what they're feeling at the moment; no wonder the stereotypes are cruel. And they dare accuse others of "ignorance" and "intolerance"?

There's a time and place for everything. Being total fuckwits while "getting in tune with your favorite tune" should be reserved in close company, not in public where people of varying intelligence WILL interpret your actions with wildly fluctuating accuracy.

2. I’d discuss it right here but I’m utterly exhausted and I wanted to put the links at least before retiring.

Mandatory ‘these “artists” suck’ list

manowar
the mars volta
tool
radiohead
rage against the machine
coheed and cambria
gorgoroth
3
iron maiden
coldplay
the beatles
metallica
red hot chili peppers
muse
opeth
nirvana
pink floyd
the killers
nirvana
the gossip
oasis
bloc party
dream theater
the cure
death cab for cutie
chicosci
sam milby
parokya ni edgar
eraserheads
rivermaya
derdian
slayer
Lil' Kim
my bloody valentine
judas priest
journey
led zeppelin
secondhand serenade
system of a down
kings of leon
arctic monkeys
the clash
in flames
nightwish
Emilie autumn
the spill canvas

P.S:

Fuck you recommended reading.

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behold… the arctopus
alcest
amesoeurs
antimatter
kekal
in lingua mortua
gorath
ilaria graziano
ihsahn
ahab
triarii
urbandub
fratello metallo
black death
dracul order of the dragon
tenacious d
Thursday
envy
melechesh
deathspell omega
blut aus nord
green carnation
the gathering
my dying bride
菅野よう子
hollenthon
鷺巣詩郎
ram-zet
梶浦由記
lakupaavi
naglfar
flagitious idiosyncrasy in the dilapidation
disexistentsium
thergothon
funeral dirge
Stephan Forté
L'ÂME IMMORTELLE
diSEMBOWELMENT
Cynthia Alexander
taake
rudra
origa
powerglove
steve conte
NǽnøĉÿbbŒrğ VbëřřĦōlökäävsŦ
spife knockturn
zyklon
dimaension x
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