Been doing all the wrongs things lately, saying the wrong things to the wrong people. A large part of my personal life which I share only with very close friends(count em on less than 1 hand) was being spoken about by me to one of the above, and whoopdee fuckin doo, some holy-rolling motherfucker decided to overhear the whole thing, possibly causing some social complications regarding mutual friends. I should be worried, but (favourite phrase), I don't give a fuck. In less than a year, all this bullshit will be behind me. Graduating is like a brutal social selection pressure, wiping out all the unimportant people from my life, leaving only those whose friendships with me are strong enough to withstand the test of not going to the same lecture theatre, the same canteen, queueing up at the same stall. Just because we don't do this mundane stuff doesn't mean we get any more distant. Likewise, anyone who does these things with me on a regular basis isn't automatically considered a friend. It's utter crap when common activities seem to suggest friendship. They may help kickstart one, but that normally dies as fast as the average intelligence of a typical Singaporean teenager. You may consider me arrogant, and guess what, everybody is, I'm just confronting what we ignore, celebrating what we deny, and if you don't like that, fuck you, and fuck everyone who said you were smart because you had good grades, and fuck you again for thinking it a pedestal.
2 friends have fallen out with me again, even if temporarily, over the same bullshit thing of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. I've given up trying to mend things. If they stay pissed, let them, they're petty motherfuckers. If they don't, more power to them.
Now with reference to post title. Lovelorn pop singles or "alternative" rubbish like david archuletta and the rest of the american idol hellspawn do not move me, they do not move anyone who isn't so superficial about love that they think LYRICS alone create an atmosphere, be it happy, sad, wistful, forlorn, torn, or confused.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9gKVlN9DYE
Marty Friedman - Hands Of Time
No, its not the lovelorn lyrics that make it good. No minor tonality either, its not supposed to be suicidal, only wistful and longing. every guitar line(as per friedman's signature) ends on an abrupt target note, way out of key and yet fitting in, creating an abrupt end to a pleasantly bittersweet melody, reflecting the lines "But if loving you means letting go, then I'll just turn and walk way". On the last line, it goes "But I'll never walk away" and accordingly, the inter-verse guitar fill ends on the major 7th(I think, my theory is terrible), completing the feeling of longing that it kept bringing about and yet cutting off. Everyone throws around the phrase "music expresses what words can't", yet no one actually knows why this is so. Well, this is why it is so. Emo lyrics written by some skinny fucker in tight pants and a swoopy fringe can never evoke any feelings other than scorn, its music like this that evokes real emotions. I've listened to it 6 times, 7th time coming up in 4 seconds.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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