When you're a kid, you have an idea. the idea to write music so you can play wit yo friends. And that's what you do. You write silly songs that are instantly enjoyable, the story writes itself out. What you don't know, is the process is catastrophic. What you don't know is work work work is the name of the game.
I am a bitter nightmare of ahuman. Inner strife. Terrible inner strife. Alienation. Madness. For what? I don't know, that's why it sucks. That is the biggest reason it sucks. I'll admit it, I envy people in bands. The comraderie, the parties, the fans, the shows, the whole thing. What I don't admire, is the shrunken heads. The fucking music. The lyrics, the melodramatics. The silly cliches, the childishness. The trivialness of it. The talking up. The talk. SO MUCH TALK.
I hated it that about musician's before, and probably always will. Because when your not playing, or your not having a good time, you've got time to cook up crap. Talk the propel the whole appartus. Look, I do see the positivity, I also see musician's as the children of musician's, proudly following in the footsteps. I also see a bunch of slacker, ignorant mother fuckers. A whole lot of it. And if I have to hear another half baked story about how they got cheated, or how they are gonna be huge, are how amazing so and so is, I will shoot the moon, AND HIT IT!!!
Granted, I have thrown myself into the abyss, and my opinions are just that. But there are some fundmental necessities to life. And we'll carry through til' the end, those who do it more can stake their claim.
What I'm trying to say is Indie rock sucks!!
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