You listen to pop too, jackass.

What does the term 'popular' mean anymore? I'm sure you'd be hard pressed to find a room in america where more people like Britney Spears than Jimi Hendrix. Lynard Skynard has byfar outsold Backstreet Boys. But you can't have a conversation about music without being chastised by some aging rocker pathetically clinging to his teen/early 20's if you dare enjoy a tune by anyone whose frontman doesnt have a raspy drug addled voice and sruffy beard. Some comedian in reference to Aerosmith performing with NSync actually said they shouldnt belong on the same stage together...why? they both are, and always have been, studio created whores. Aerosmith have just been whores for longer ad have aquired more fans over time. At least NSync works out and practices. Aparently rolling off a hotel bed with a heroine needle sticking out of your arm and groupie cum on your balls to stumble onstage and run around not knowing where you are or what youre doing is more acceptable.


Credence Clearwater Revival sucks balls. But all you 'rockers' are more comfortable with them because they related closer to you; average to below average looking and untalented. You only like these fabricated monkeys banging on instruments because somewhere in decades past, when you were wandering around your school or neighborhood looking to connect with a group of people in your demographic, you saw someone around your age in a beat up shirt lacking in hygeine and at some point in the formative conversations of your budding friendship -insert stoner band here- came up, and you were afraid of being ostrasized forever if you didn't instantly agree that they're the greatest thing to ever happen to mankind ever. You had to swear they changed your life and define who you are and keep you alive or you'd be sitting at your own table at lunch for all eternity. You didn't have the option of hearing them objectively and noticing how the drummer doesn't do much better than any 17 year old could do, the lyrics were pretty non sensical and their marketing machine was about as agressive as a germanic campaign for patriotism in 1938. If you wanted to be accepted by the people who boast about how accepting and alternative they are, you have to make damn sure you don't think anything alternative to what they think or you won't be accepted.


Any high school kid could replicate the Star Spangled Banner as screeched through and slid around by Jimi Hendrix. It wasn't even hard the first time. But it pissed people who were branded the 'conservative enemy' off and was slightly unusual in a time where hordes of inebriated alternasheep were aching for something to blow their already blown minds, so he sold alot of records, gained a cult following and will never ever ever be questioned as to his god status again. Except by me. And look how many friends i have *crickets*


'Dust in the Wind' is a shitty ballad about how nothing last anyways, renowned the world over by people who waste their lives in a green haze repeating an endless narrative about how their complete lack of motivation to be better than sub par is not laziness or addiction but a lifestyle choice. Or due to circumstances that no one ever born could work through and theyre actually doing well for even still being alive. Nevermind expecting to own a business or a home with a formal dining room or more than one dress shirt. They 'have everything they need' and we're all just dust in the wind anyways so smoke another bowl and stare at the tv a few hours longer for years. We're not dust in the wind...decomposing after we die happens to be the effect of being organic, but we live for 80 years average, we impact every person we come into contact with and we have the ability to change the course of our spiecies history through both action and inaction. Get off your ass. And anyone can butterfly the strings and put a G chord on the fretboard, pardon me if i'm not pissing myself with awe, but I'm sober, discriminate and therefore not very impressed.


Doesn't it strike anyone as odd that the onset of the obsessive dedication people have to these musicians who are supposedly so utterly amazing usually coincides with the begining of drug use? Unless it's parental indoctrine (which is the case more often these days) and it was your parents drug use that coninceded with the intense love of this music, which they passed down to their offspring whose appreciation for the bands was strengthened around the time of their beginning drug use? I'm saying you need to be high to think this moderately entertaining and catchy crap is anything more than moderately entertaining and catchy crap. Also, when your high you're in a position to be swept off your feet by stuff that you normally would enjoy a little. And when (or if) you look at it without a sheet over your head you see its alright. Maybe a little silly. But pretty good right? Just pretty good. And it sure as hell doesn't define who -I- am. I didn't even write it. The guy who DID write it didn't even know me. He probably didn't really know what the fuck was going on in his own life...he was just approached by his manager who reminded him he signed a contract promising to churn out a requisite nuber of albums in a certain time frame and since there wasnt a fifth of jack in his hand now might be a good time to pick up a pen. Or maybe ther WAS a fifth of jack in his hand and the manager pryed it our briefly so he could scrawl a few lines. Maybe it was dictated. I've made my point.

The Beatles were self indulgent dicks who never did anything but exactly what was popular, and John Lennon deserved to be shot in the street like a dog for being such a terrible hypocritical close minded ass. 'Imagine' was the worst song ever written. Especially coming from a hedonistic greedy self serving fuckhead with untold wealth. If I'm ever in the neighborhood, I plan to spit of his grave.

Rock music is mediocre at best and embarrassing at worst. It's just as 'pop' as the boy bands and skaky disney teens you scowl at now, so shut your arrogant face hole and spare me the lecture.


Fuck you,
SAM:)