*Editor's note: This young lady is a very respectful student and is very quiet in class. I feel that you should know this to get the full breadth of how strange this essay was. Enjoy!
Hardcore music is brainless. There is an obscene amount of profanity!! But I didn't hear any of it. I wonder if it was because they were screaming the words (if they were words) at me continuously in a stoned-drunken-stumble-around-fall-on-your-tail-tripping-over-invisible-objects-fashion.
I didn't know hardcore music until Music Appreciation. However, I think hardcorists think they are the most intimidating and powerful people on the earth because they can SCREAM THE F WORD!! I know I feel pretty powerful most of the time (at least I feel that way when I throw people) and the f word is not screamed daily in my awesome vocabulary.
Hardcore music would make it if there were no vocalists or words.
Nake City's "Batman" made me want to rip my hair out and scream uncontrollably (a.k.a. it was incredibly annoying). With all respect to Batman: screaming girls may turn you on but the song sounded like small children with bloodshot eyes, high off sugar, holding kitchen knives stabbing obese red eyed guinea pigs.
AFI's "3 Reasons"
Shark Attack "Accept Yourself"
Embrace "Give Me Back"
I have no opinion on these songs because all I heard was thirty second intervals of screaming nothingness. That's all there is to it. (YES! We are having Papa John's for dinner! That means breadsticks with garlic sauce!!)
I haven't expressed my hate for hardcore music until now. I usually daydream during the hardcore songs in class. About happy things that make me chuckle. (OMG! My niece just pulled herself into standing up position on my bed and turned around, drops to the floor and face plants into my dresser drawer under my bed. Is it weird that she looked at me with a huge red mark on her face and smiled? Now she is totally the most powerful and amazing niece ever, but she is not hardcore.)
Aside from my total disgust for hardcore, I want to congratulate all hardcorists for the talent of playing really fast. (Because that will get your places...NOT!)
Please don't murder anymore guinea pigs.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
The Yoga Practicing Vegetarian by Chad Rollins
I could jump right in with a catchy topic sentence (if the title hasn't already caught your eye) and tell you straightaway what my favorite genre is; however, I feel it would be much more interesting to describe one singer which I am sure you will know.
Live your life with death and all of his friends, but make sure your life is always in Technicolor. Stroll the cemeteries of London (but do not find yourself lost), and then become a lover in Japan while you are riding your strawberry swing. If you have not guessed by now, the singer is the semi-depressed, but yoga practicing vegetarian known as Chris Martin.
Whether it is the creativeness of the "British Whiners," or maybe it is just the catchiness of the music, no matter what they do, Coldplay and bands alike are a strong favorite of mine. The feeling that art rock gives you is almost orgasmic, for lack of a better word. Art rock takes you to a special place, one where you feel like you can paint a masterpiece, regardless of your painting abilities. Maybe the chord progression places you in some sort of trance, one which makes you want to name your child (or future children) after fruit.
Love it, or maybe you hate it, but even the haters cannot help but to tap along to the catchy beats. From fast tempos with a syncopated yell that is in tune, or to the slower songs with heart melting melodies, no one can resist. Partially what makes art rock, or the "Whiners," great is that they have an emotional appeal to everyone, including me.
No, it is true, art rock does not influence me enough to want to become a vegetarian, practice yoga, name someone as fruit, date a blonde girl, or get involved in political matters; but it does move me. Sometimes art rock makes me want to dance, or sing. At other times it just takes me to a solemn place where I can be myself. Simply stated, art rock is inspirational music. British whiners, keep on whining.
Live your life with death and all of his friends, but make sure your life is always in Technicolor. Stroll the cemeteries of London (but do not find yourself lost), and then become a lover in Japan while you are riding your strawberry swing. If you have not guessed by now, the singer is the semi-depressed, but yoga practicing vegetarian known as Chris Martin.
Whether it is the creativeness of the "British Whiners," or maybe it is just the catchiness of the music, no matter what they do, Coldplay and bands alike are a strong favorite of mine. The feeling that art rock gives you is almost orgasmic, for lack of a better word. Art rock takes you to a special place, one where you feel like you can paint a masterpiece, regardless of your painting abilities. Maybe the chord progression places you in some sort of trance, one which makes you want to name your child (or future children) after fruit.
Love it, or maybe you hate it, but even the haters cannot help but to tap along to the catchy beats. From fast tempos with a syncopated yell that is in tune, or to the slower songs with heart melting melodies, no one can resist. Partially what makes art rock, or the "Whiners," great is that they have an emotional appeal to everyone, including me.
No, it is true, art rock does not influence me enough to want to become a vegetarian, practice yoga, name someone as fruit, date a blonde girl, or get involved in political matters; but it does move me. Sometimes art rock makes me want to dance, or sing. At other times it just takes me to a solemn place where I can be myself. Simply stated, art rock is inspirational music. British whiners, keep on whining.
The Pleasures of Grunge by James Goad
It is the early 90's, a time of prosperity, happiness, no worries, but there was something else brewing in the dreary corner of the United States. This place that I am talking about is Seattle, Washington, the breeding ground of grunge. This new type of sound was a haven to the young, angry minds o the 90's teens. It gave teens a reason to be angry, sad, and rebellious. I was introduced to this magical sound by my parents who were really into bands such as Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Soundgarden, and Pearl Jam.
While you listened to the music it gave you a sense of belonging in the world. It is weird how grunge sounds very dreary and dark but it acted as a light to young America. At the time there was Oasis but Nirvana blew their sound out of the water with hard hitting riffs and pure, angry rock. Many people say that grunge is crap music and that it served no purpose; well that is just mentally challenged. The bands playing the music presented words to teens around the United States that they were either afraid to say or didn't know how to say it. The kids wanted freedom and they got it with grunge. It was such a surprise to all the righteous people and the teens were basking in the glory of rebellion. They fell in love with lyrics such as "Here we are now entertain us"-- Nirvana.
This simple but very meaningful lyric was an anthem for the youth. Every time I hear that song it takes me back to the 90's and I wish I was older and could have been a bigger contributing factor of the short success of what was grunge. I love how this music wasn't about hit making it was true feelings and what they were going through with struggles of drug addition or family problems. It was the best way they could think of to get their feelings off their chest. It gave such a good connection to the band their cult followers. You had the sense that after the show you could party with the band and they would not be jerks and blow you off. That is why I enjoy this genre because the connection you have with the music. This will always be my favorite genre of music and I'm glad I could listen to it in its prime.
While you listened to the music it gave you a sense of belonging in the world. It is weird how grunge sounds very dreary and dark but it acted as a light to young America. At the time there was Oasis but Nirvana blew their sound out of the water with hard hitting riffs and pure, angry rock. Many people say that grunge is crap music and that it served no purpose; well that is just mentally challenged. The bands playing the music presented words to teens around the United States that they were either afraid to say or didn't know how to say it. The kids wanted freedom and they got it with grunge. It was such a surprise to all the righteous people and the teens were basking in the glory of rebellion. They fell in love with lyrics such as "Here we are now entertain us"-- Nirvana.
This simple but very meaningful lyric was an anthem for the youth. Every time I hear that song it takes me back to the 90's and I wish I was older and could have been a bigger contributing factor of the short success of what was grunge. I love how this music wasn't about hit making it was true feelings and what they were going through with struggles of drug addition or family problems. It was the best way they could think of to get their feelings off their chest. It gave such a good connection to the band their cult followers. You had the sense that after the show you could party with the band and they would not be jerks and blow you off. That is why I enjoy this genre because the connection you have with the music. This will always be my favorite genre of music and I'm glad I could listen to it in its prime.
i'll never cut or wash my hair and be morbidly uninteresting and i'll call it...hardcore by Miranda Hewins
unless you're watching a stupid bleached blonde slut leave her door unlocked and be stabbed by a masked stalker right after she finds out it was really him on the phone, screaming is not interesting. by no stretch of the imagination should one listen to another person whine (in scream form) about how mommy didn't love them and how daddy left them for death. these lyrical complaints shall be reserved for the dashboard confessional, secondhand serenade, simple plan whiners who aren't man enough to off themselves, so they throw out wordy metaphors in hope that someone out there will feel sorry for them. it just doesn't work for screamers.
to me, screamers see like they would be man enough to off themselves, so why is the genre still here? why do males (and the occasional female, which i'll discuss later) wake up in the morning, take hours making their hair look dirty and applying makeup (not david bowie or freddie mercury makeup either), and go out into the world loathing it instead of just ending their misery (and mine)? at least secondhand serenade has the decency to pretend like he's happy while making people listen to him dying on the inside whenever they buy one his albums.
(and i don't mean to make the hardcore genre sound exactly like the emo genre, but in all honesty, they're pretty much the same.)
granted, it does take talent to write the same story in 12 different ways. but i don't want to go buy a hardcore album and listen to every single one. i can maybe tolerate a simple plan album here and there, but that's because simple plan isn't in a genre where every single band in that genre is basically the same band that makes the same songs on the same albums.
females, on the other hand, at least have as much self-respect to complain in a whiney voice instead of a screaming one (credit automatic loveletter). 1-- you can actually understand what they're saying, 2-- you can hear musical talent in their voice, and 3-- they like to smell ice and have their hair be pretty (and if they don't, they hack it all off and wear big clothes and laugh manly-like, and those girls are excluded in this paragraph). but girls still fall for the guys who whine screamingly. i don't know why. they just have to be hardcore as well, without the so-called "musical talent."
i hope hardcore stops whining and kills itself. the world would be a better place without it.
to me, screamers see like they would be man enough to off themselves, so why is the genre still here? why do males (and the occasional female, which i'll discuss later) wake up in the morning, take hours making their hair look dirty and applying makeup (not david bowie or freddie mercury makeup either), and go out into the world loathing it instead of just ending their misery (and mine)? at least secondhand serenade has the decency to pretend like he's happy while making people listen to him dying on the inside whenever they buy one his albums.
(and i don't mean to make the hardcore genre sound exactly like the emo genre, but in all honesty, they're pretty much the same.)
granted, it does take talent to write the same story in 12 different ways. but i don't want to go buy a hardcore album and listen to every single one. i can maybe tolerate a simple plan album here and there, but that's because simple plan isn't in a genre where every single band in that genre is basically the same band that makes the same songs on the same albums.
females, on the other hand, at least have as much self-respect to complain in a whiney voice instead of a screaming one (credit automatic loveletter). 1-- you can actually understand what they're saying, 2-- you can hear musical talent in their voice, and 3-- they like to smell ice and have their hair be pretty (and if they don't, they hack it all off and wear big clothes and laugh manly-like, and those girls are excluded in this paragraph). but girls still fall for the guys who whine screamingly. i don't know why. they just have to be hardcore as well, without the so-called "musical talent."
i hope hardcore stops whining and kills itself. the world would be a better place without it.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The Pizza of My Eye: Alternative Rock by Shelby Mitchell
*This is the first of 7 student blogs from my Rock History class. Read and enjoy their creations.
The sky is sapphire with diamonds and there is silence ringing in my ears. I hold onto that moment and then enter my house of chaos. I watch the Cinderella Story countless times and cry each time because I see it similar to my life. I wait for the happy ending and hold onto that moment. Christmas lights hit the glittering, virgin snow and the fire cracks and pops fervently inside--Coca Cola hitting the back of my throat--- reading books that makes me warm and fuzzy inside--these are all unquestionably moments to cherish. I love all these times because they hit me as unique, stunning, true, but still wholesome. That is so hard to find.
Alternative is also dear and true in my heart. Without it I might have already said the heck with life. Not only has the mainstream of popular music gouged my ears and given me countless headaches, it also has my satanic sister squawking ‘I Kissed a Girl’. That gives me… as Topanga from Boy Meets World would say “the Hibbiegibbies.” I really do not understand how people listen to pop today.
First of all they should just call it poop because that’s exactly what it sounds like and I really hate that word and seldom does that word leave my tongue, but in this case there is no escape from the word and I’m not going to repeat it. Nope. But anyway, my point is I think pop music is an outlet for ditzy people who do not have enough comprehension to know when something is actually good and then add some sexual references and you got a bunch of dumb, preppy, slutty girls sold. They’ll be your #1 fan. Gosh it sickens me.
My mom decided to go to my uncles one day when the roads were horrible and we were going extremely slow. Although it was annoying, I had survived most of the trip. That was until the song Just Dance came on. I lost it. How can people listen to this? Do we not have any yearning for expanded vocabulary? All the idiot said was the title. That’s my conclusion on pop because I should stop before I really detonate.
People constantly say where you are from will determine who you are which I do not believe is true. Let me explain. My mother is constantly imprisoning me and she is one minded about all situations. She won’t apologize and she’s stubborn. She has also accused me with false accusations saying I have done certain things in my relationship (I HAVN’T!) and her only reason for thinking that is because at my age that is what she was doing. Some people would say well I guess that’s your future kid. Sorry life sucks. I beg to differ. She has angered me so much that I REFUSE to be that way. My sister has taken that road and well all I have to say is she has an interesting road ahead of her. Alternative music is that same path for me. Pop (I know I said I wouldn’t mention it) is such a big load rubbish that I refuse to listen to it. I don’t care who is listening to it and I hate the clique attributes of the music. Alternative has that same attitude and that is so refreshing.
Enough sadness…moving on to explain my love for Alternative music =]
First of all because of my #1 love Nathan. Not because he loves it, but because we both do and it is quite hilarious when you get me and him shouting the lyrics in a confined car to Motion City Soundtrack, Jimmy Eat World, Flogging Molly, and trust me many, many more. We even have our favorite lines.
Motion City Soundtrack
♥ Pizza of my eye
♥ I'll be back in the ballroom swingin’
♥ I’m on fire and now I think I’m ready to bust a move Check it out I’m rocking steady Go! Betty won’t stop listening to modern rock How she hates to be alone I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
♥ She loves the smell of Christmas trees She sneezes when she sees bright lights She fainted on the kitchen floor When her father passed away Our baby girl is due this May And when the little lady grows up I hope that she will be just like her mother
♥ You're the leaky sink of sentiment, You're the failed attempts I never could forget. You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love..
♥ I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling.. Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire!
Jimmy Eat World
♥ you should see the canals are freezing you should see me high you should just be here be with me here
On all of our destinations to town which might be Barnes and Noble, Chik-fil-A, or any place with satisfying food those lyrics will fill Nathans cute red car. These songs give me hope. Not only do they help me cope with my family feuds, it also reminds me that there are musicians out there that are not only focused on money. They want to make a living, but at the same time money isn’t the sole purpose. That is my life statement right there. The morals Alternative are pretty much mine in a nutshell. I believe that money is not the sole purpose. There are some things I differ with, but it is not enough to make me outraged. Mainly just the fact that I became shy when any sexual thing is mentioned. I usually just laugh the situations off. I know I can be perverted, but the reason is because well I really don’t know why. I’ll have to look into that. Whenever someone else says something though, expect me to blush. What is really funny and Nathan says it is cute and it is not is when we watch a movie together and something like that comes up. I hide. I don’t want to see that. Ewww. Alternative isn’t that bad though I guess. It’s more cursing, which there isn’t enough to hit a nerve.
That was supposed to be my conclusion, but I sort of started talking about something else and I don’t want to erase it because I want it all to be there. I told Mr. Burkhart I was going to mention Coldplay and Radiohead and I guess this’ll count. Last weekend I was listening to them while I made tortillas. I couldn’t understand anything, but it put me in the trance...or that might have been the smell of the tortillas. Although I did expect this to be long I wasn’t expecting to go on this long and I made it in 11point to make you struggle Mr. Burkhart. You’re Welcome. I’m done writing. That’s it. Period. Not that kind of period. Okay the end!
The sky is sapphire with diamonds and there is silence ringing in my ears. I hold onto that moment and then enter my house of chaos. I watch the Cinderella Story countless times and cry each time because I see it similar to my life. I wait for the happy ending and hold onto that moment. Christmas lights hit the glittering, virgin snow and the fire cracks and pops fervently inside--Coca Cola hitting the back of my throat--- reading books that makes me warm and fuzzy inside--these are all unquestionably moments to cherish. I love all these times because they hit me as unique, stunning, true, but still wholesome. That is so hard to find.
Alternative is also dear and true in my heart. Without it I might have already said the heck with life. Not only has the mainstream of popular music gouged my ears and given me countless headaches, it also has my satanic sister squawking ‘I Kissed a Girl’. That gives me… as Topanga from Boy Meets World would say “the Hibbiegibbies.” I really do not understand how people listen to pop today.
First of all they should just call it poop because that’s exactly what it sounds like and I really hate that word and seldom does that word leave my tongue, but in this case there is no escape from the word and I’m not going to repeat it. Nope. But anyway, my point is I think pop music is an outlet for ditzy people who do not have enough comprehension to know when something is actually good and then add some sexual references and you got a bunch of dumb, preppy, slutty girls sold. They’ll be your #1 fan. Gosh it sickens me.
My mom decided to go to my uncles one day when the roads were horrible and we were going extremely slow. Although it was annoying, I had survived most of the trip. That was until the song Just Dance came on. I lost it. How can people listen to this? Do we not have any yearning for expanded vocabulary? All the idiot said was the title. That’s my conclusion on pop because I should stop before I really detonate.
People constantly say where you are from will determine who you are which I do not believe is true. Let me explain. My mother is constantly imprisoning me and she is one minded about all situations. She won’t apologize and she’s stubborn. She has also accused me with false accusations saying I have done certain things in my relationship (I HAVN’T!) and her only reason for thinking that is because at my age that is what she was doing. Some people would say well I guess that’s your future kid. Sorry life sucks. I beg to differ. She has angered me so much that I REFUSE to be that way. My sister has taken that road and well all I have to say is she has an interesting road ahead of her. Alternative music is that same path for me. Pop (I know I said I wouldn’t mention it) is such a big load rubbish that I refuse to listen to it. I don’t care who is listening to it and I hate the clique attributes of the music. Alternative has that same attitude and that is so refreshing.
Enough sadness…moving on to explain my love for Alternative music =]
First of all because of my #1 love Nathan. Not because he loves it, but because we both do and it is quite hilarious when you get me and him shouting the lyrics in a confined car to Motion City Soundtrack, Jimmy Eat World, Flogging Molly, and trust me many, many more. We even have our favorite lines.
Motion City Soundtrack
♥ Pizza of my eye
♥ I'll be back in the ballroom swingin’
♥ I’m on fire and now I think I’m ready to bust a move Check it out I’m rocking steady Go! Betty won’t stop listening to modern rock How she hates to be alone I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake
♥ She loves the smell of Christmas trees She sneezes when she sees bright lights She fainted on the kitchen floor When her father passed away Our baby girl is due this May And when the little lady grows up I hope that she will be just like her mother
♥ You're the leaky sink of sentiment, You're the failed attempts I never could forget. You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love..
♥ I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling.. Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire!
Jimmy Eat World
♥ you should see the canals are freezing you should see me high you should just be here be with me here
On all of our destinations to town which might be Barnes and Noble, Chik-fil-A, or any place with satisfying food those lyrics will fill Nathans cute red car. These songs give me hope. Not only do they help me cope with my family feuds, it also reminds me that there are musicians out there that are not only focused on money. They want to make a living, but at the same time money isn’t the sole purpose. That is my life statement right there. The morals Alternative are pretty much mine in a nutshell. I believe that money is not the sole purpose. There are some things I differ with, but it is not enough to make me outraged. Mainly just the fact that I became shy when any sexual thing is mentioned. I usually just laugh the situations off. I know I can be perverted, but the reason is because well I really don’t know why. I’ll have to look into that. Whenever someone else says something though, expect me to blush. What is really funny and Nathan says it is cute and it is not is when we watch a movie together and something like that comes up. I hide. I don’t want to see that. Ewww. Alternative isn’t that bad though I guess. It’s more cursing, which there isn’t enough to hit a nerve.
That was supposed to be my conclusion, but I sort of started talking about something else and I don’t want to erase it because I want it all to be there. I told Mr. Burkhart I was going to mention Coldplay and Radiohead and I guess this’ll count. Last weekend I was listening to them while I made tortillas. I couldn’t understand anything, but it put me in the trance...or that might have been the smell of the tortillas. Although I did expect this to be long I wasn’t expecting to go on this long and I made it in 11point to make you struggle Mr. Burkhart. You’re Welcome. I’m done writing. That’s it. Period. Not that kind of period. Okay the end!
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