scooter
from now on, i declare this day to be tuesday.
so my weekend was awes. except it was cold and rainy on the day i went to noah's ark. that's bad. but the lines for the water slides were short. that's good. but then my little peenie got cold. that's bad. as a result i think i have peeniepokeoutophobia. can i go home now?
long story short: sitting in a living room with some guy from fat tony, listening to his stupid banter. up comes the topic of the ataris' newest album. his statements include things along these lines... "that album blows my mind. it's amazing. isn't it the best album you've heard in years?" no. "but you have to admit, mike (or whatever the singer's name is) is one of the best lyricists ever." ummm, actually, i thought the lyrics were the worst part of the album. "no way man, he's a genius." okay.
sidenote: i am perhaps the only living soul left who listens to pop punk. so what. screw you. i can't help it, i have an immature taste and i enjoy melody and catchiness. this doesn't mean i don't like other stuff; in fact, as the other two choads here will tell you, i like almost everything i hear. i'm virtually un-impleasable. i think i made that word up. so this means that i usually like music that NO ONE likes, which means when there's an album i DON'T think is good, chances are, it's REALLY bad. back me up here.
how does this relate to the short (long) story? the fat tony guy thinks verses like "maybe you could go hunting with ted nugent, and see how many animals you could kill. i'd pay all of my friends just to hang out with you, and i'd take you out to sizzler for a meal" and choruses like "i guess i'm giving up on love, cuz it really kind of sucks" are genius. now i'm no lyrical wonder; i have no place talking bad about anyone or anyone's writing, but my point is-- what WOULD be good lyrics, if what i just shared is absolute genius?
these are the types of people getting interviewed on tv and receiving golden opportunities to have their music and feelings heard.
not jealous, just awestruck.
sorry, i'm off my pedestal now. peace and butts, scoot.
from now on, i declare this day to be tuesday.
so my weekend was awes. except it was cold and rainy on the day i went to noah's ark. that's bad. but the lines for the water slides were short. that's good. but then my little peenie got cold. that's bad. as a result i think i have peeniepokeoutophobia. can i go home now?
long story short: sitting in a living room with some guy from fat tony, listening to his stupid banter. up comes the topic of the ataris' newest album. his statements include things along these lines... "that album blows my mind. it's amazing. isn't it the best album you've heard in years?" no. "but you have to admit, mike (or whatever the singer's name is) is one of the best lyricists ever." ummm, actually, i thought the lyrics were the worst part of the album. "no way man, he's a genius." okay.
sidenote: i am perhaps the only living soul left who listens to pop punk. so what. screw you. i can't help it, i have an immature taste and i enjoy melody and catchiness. this doesn't mean i don't like other stuff; in fact, as the other two choads here will tell you, i like almost everything i hear. i'm virtually un-impleasable. i think i made that word up. so this means that i usually like music that NO ONE likes, which means when there's an album i DON'T think is good, chances are, it's REALLY bad. back me up here.
how does this relate to the short (long) story? the fat tony guy thinks verses like "maybe you could go hunting with ted nugent, and see how many animals you could kill. i'd pay all of my friends just to hang out with you, and i'd take you out to sizzler for a meal" and choruses like "i guess i'm giving up on love, cuz it really kind of sucks" are genius. now i'm no lyrical wonder; i have no place talking bad about anyone or anyone's writing, but my point is-- what WOULD be good lyrics, if what i just shared is absolute genius?
these are the types of people getting interviewed on tv and receiving golden opportunities to have their music and feelings heard.
not jealous, just awestruck.
sorry, i'm off my pedestal now. peace and butts, scoot.
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