| They expected to go to a funeral, but the corpsed jumped out...
Go CARDINALS!!!! |
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| Smoking a lot of pot is not an equation for running a successful venue.
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| How many times have we heard punk kids (and adults) and psychobilly kids make fun of "scene kids" in emo and screamo bands?
It never fails to make me smirk when I hear someone with a dyed mohawk, piercings, and chucks turn to his friend (who incidentally is has a mohawk, piercings, and chucks) and make fun of emo kids for being "scene".
Do they not realize their is only a slight genre separating them from being soul mates? Screamo and punk scene-sters both claim individuality and contempt for being "judged". They both seem to think that anything outside of their genre is the time to go outside and smoke. Speaking of judgement-- do you think either genre would dress as definitively if they weren't drawing attention? I do not. Wanting to be judged and complaining when you receive the exact attention you want is asinine.
I used to believe that this was a phase that adults would shun as they grew older, and many do. There, however, is a signifigant amount of adults I know caught in the same prejudices. They are worse, in that they try to unveil their bigotry with a shroud of maturity-- preaching their social injustices without logical thought or objective thinking.
I will not get a tattoo. I have wanted for years to design and be inked--- but feel my personality and opinions will best be personified by playing the same type of music that I enjoy, listening to the same music, without going to the extremes of fitting into what the genre places upon me( not to mention the torture my wife would put me through). I actually think I should possibly dress as mundane as possible. If my friends don't make fun of me, then maybe I have not stretched myself enough.
I do not have a great thought or moral to leave you with since I am obviously judging these people just like they have judged others. I just know that it pisses me off when people leave a venue before I ever play a note, or automatically listen to the crappiest band on the bill because they look like them. I want to maintain intregity and be myself, but I almost find myself internally debating, trying to fit in, trying to gain the appeal to ensure gaining fans before they even listen to my music..... and it makes me ashamed of myself-- hating that they once again invoked a reaction from me.
Again, I have no glorious point, just an attempt at personal therapy. Don't be lame. Don't be like me. Be like Brent. Actually, screw Brent-- be like Roe.
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| A recent cardinal fan blogger wrote this as an analogy for his team:
".......it's kind of like falling desparately and totally in love with a
woman, only to find out in October that the woman you have agonized
over and sent hundreds of dollars of flowers to is not only married,
but is also a transvestite."
Amen.
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| "The Legend of Zorro" has left me mentally handicapped. Every motion picture for the rest of my life will be met with immediate skepticism. If you have a loved one, join with me to kill Antonio Banderas so that we will never, NEVER subject them to another Zorro massacre of intelligent thought. |
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