I Just... I Hate You.

Music.

Remember when music was, good?

Yeah, me neither.



Here are the top ten most downloaded songs on the Canadian iTunes chart for the 7th of November 2009.

1. TiK ToK by Ke$ha
2. Fireflies by Owl City
3. Sexy Bitch by David Guetta
4. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga
5. Party in the U.S.A. by Miley Cyrus
6. 3 by Britney Spears
7. Meet Me Halfway by Black Eyed Peas
8. Russian Roulette by Rihanna
9. Whatcha Say by Jason Derulo
10. I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas


Jesus. Christ.

See this is one of the things that make me think that most people are at the very least, semi-retarded. Of all those songs, "Fireflies," is the closest thing to a rock or metal song... That's just fucking ridiculous.

What ever happened to people listening to bands like, System of a Down, Rage Against the Machine, Tool, or CCR? To be fair, Tool isn't in the iTunes store, but I can almost guarantee that a Madonna or a bullshit Kelly Clarkson song would be higher on the charts than "Schism," or "Prison Sex."
I understand that people are entitled to their opinion. I also realize that their opinion, is inferior to mine. Still though, I am dumbfounded that people have all seem to have reverted to listening to songs with no other meanings than, "you drunk enough to fuck yet?," or "man... fuck, my bling's the shit yo."

Does anyone else miss songs that had good musicianship? One can only take so much synthesized, uninspired crap, until they snap and beat up a nun. Speaking of uninspired, when did it become acceptable to have a number one single that mainly consisted of the words, "Tonight's gonna be a good night..."? Wow, thanks for the protip there, Fergie.
Songs like "Sober," "Chop Suey!," and "Sleep Now in the Fire," actually meant something. Guess what, eventually they were condemned by certain groups because people were being influenced by them, instead of having their minds turned into mush.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not some guy trying to pass himself off as a deep, caring and overly serious person, by saying I wish more songs had a serious message to them. I too listen to songs that are simple. The difference between say, a typically simple Britney Spears song, and a song by Iron Maiden, is that her songs usually have a single beat that gets progressively more annoying throughout. On the other hand, Maiden actually can play their instruments and can create several DIFFERENT riffs and breakdowns.

The biggest problem with music though is how it's marketed. Obviously it would be easier to sell a kid a Jonas Brother's backpack, than it would be to sell them an In Flames backpack. It's also kind of hard to promote a sit-com that stars Serj Tankian and Corey Taylor, I would guess.
The problem is things like those don't revolve the music at all. It's just a public popularity test, that doesn't factor in what they do. Play music.

It seems that so many people in this American Idol age use this tried and true method:

-Make an album.
-Get semi famous.
-Then release another album that sounds the same.
-Get REALLY famous.
-Get their own television show or cologne.
-Market to stupid people.
-???
-Profit.
-Celebrity sextape.
-Comeback tour.
-Second failed sitcom.
-Celebrity rehab.
-Failed marriage.
-???
-Divorce... oh, and profit somehow.
-MORE profit.
-???
-E! True Hollywood Story Special.


It's not only music anymore. It's a culture now.

I don't know about you, but I for one have decided that I will begin bowing to the Chinese. Who knows, if I play my cards right, I could make it as a footstool.


"When you lose small mind, you free your life..." - System of a Down (Aerials)

Why You and I Aren't Popular

Now if you've ever read any of my posts before, you undoubtedly know that I'm not popular in the slightest. I'm someone who can't help but to notice the bullshit we blissfully try to ignore and at times can annoy people with my theories on society.

One thing that bugs me is the thought of social hierarchy. Generally portrayed in American media, movies and television shows is the thought of "the perfect family." This image has differed greatly over the decades though. In the 1950's well through to the late sixties was the picture perfect house with a white picket fence and a family safely secured within their abode. Of course the people who lived inside were generally nice people. There was a mother, a father, a daughter and a son. Oh did I mention that they hate a cute little puppy? Yes this is our typical family. The mom was the caregiver, the housewife and the nurturer. The dad, he was the provider, he was the little league football coach, he was the man who bought you you're first car. Now the daughter, she was the one who was daddies little girl, she was the cheerleader, she looked up to her dad and admired her mom. Lastly there was the son. Not particularly bright, but he was a good kid. He was the guy who won the state championship with that 35 yard pass in the end zone.

Now I personally can't relate to the American school life, but since many of us here in Canada are affected or at least think they're affected by the American life. It's (Canadian school life,) still rich with the social hierarchy. See at my school he have no football team, and we have no cheerleaders. The students on our hockey team, on our basketball team and so on are slightly noticed, slightly more popular but are not put on a pedestal by the majority. It's the kids who think that they're on a pedestal that are the popular ones. These are the kids that hang out with older people and think that by association they themselves are somehow better for the experience. Regardless there are still people who realize that that they're essentially worthless. I don't admire, but I don't hate them either. My only thing to really say for them is that they're attention whores in denial. Bottom feeders like the rest of us who intentionally drowned and floated to the top just to be noticed by us, they're underlings. I'm not popular, I'm not particularly outgoing. I'm literally just there. Sitting and waiting just so I can bitch about the fact that I'll have to board the bus and do it all over again in about sixteen hours. I don't fit into any category really. I'm really not into the arts, I'm definitely not into plays, I've never tried out for a sports team, I've never tried to please the masses by running for student government and I sure haven't tried to be academically superior.

Our problem is that we are all bred for one of two purposes.

• Half of us are meant to please those who have what we want. These are the children that will run our schools with their looks or their sporting achievements. They might be nice people. They could be open minded and thoughtful. Unfortunately the select few are overshadowed by the stereotype that their peers have presented for the rest of us who wonder where we stand in this race. These people are taught to strive for attention. These are the ones who are admired yet hated. Think about the picture at the top.
  

• Then there is the second group. These are the kids who are taught to use their minds. To study and to look for different things in the game we call life. They look for relevancy and are not particularly interested in most conforming activities. These are the brains behind the scenes. These same kids who were persecuted for their ideals will soon be the providers. They'll eventually marry the cheerleader who made fun of them in school. These are the same people who will one day make their bosses look like pure geniuses.
  

Do you see the where this whole mess intertwines yet? Society is thought to have a set rule. You either accept it without thought, or you try to make one last attempt to enrich it. Overall, both parties have their flaws.

I guarantee that if you try to achieve the latter, you will inevitably fail but you can certainly cause a disturbance. Rosa Parks, Dr. King, Abraham Lincoln... these were people who shook society. Did they succeed and eradicate all of our problems? No, but they MADE us think. They MADE us progress as people and they helped us to relate and possibly understand the simplicity of what we really are.

'D' is for Douchebag

So as I walked through our school cafeteria today, I notice this kid. He was sitting alone eating a sandwich. All seemed well until the little bastard looks me dead in the eyes and... well the little cuntsack just fucking unloads the grossest, most Hitleresque sneeze that I've ever seen. Honest to Buddha, a piece of chicken shot past my head... needless to say, I plan to press charges on the grounds that he is a douchebag.

Now the second asshole I've encountered was just plain dumb. Sitting at one of our lovely econo-save excuses for a lunchtable, this dumb bitch (I mean this in the nicest way possible) just sort of creates her own conversation about me... while being about two and a half feet across from me. Apparently I am dumb, debf and blind so that I can't possibly know when a scrote-faced prick decides to talk shit (again, nicest meaning of those words,) about me. I was sort of surprised that there was any sort of conversation to be had about me, due to the fact that I'm about as gossip-worthy as an orange.

Now I really could care less about this awkward encounter, but I'd like to share this as advice to stupid people everywhere who think that they're on a higher pedastal than the rest of us commonfolk, that their opinion really "matters:"

Your opinion really just doesn't matter.