My decadent lust: ranting.
Proceed rant:
Talentless, gormless
Soulless, cunts!
Notice how all the winners look alike? As if their mothers all fucked the same guy.
Glorified, McDonald's workers who sing karaoke on the weekends.
What ever happened to working for your dream?
They all deserve to be given hip replacements, sans anaesthetic.
The very fact that these morons enter these competitions means that they think they have talent. None of them have talent. Being a good singer isn't a talent. Being a good singer is just like having a good speaking voice. It isn't talent; it's the luck of the draw, my friend.
Talent is being able to sing and mean it. Billie Holiday had talent; these cunts can just hold a tune. And even that only applies to some of them.
feed the machine
feed the machine
These "pop idol" winners all look the same, sound the same. They are all as similar and sanitised as the products they'll go on to sell in that lucrative world of soul selling.
Eat Pepsi
Drink KFC
Mmm Mmmm finger licking good.
Cunts!
And re them all crying when they are told the truth: fuck off! Crying because they lost a competition?
I write reviews for an underground music website. The bands I write about, okay, many, well, most, suck, but there are some who are really talented and they can't get a break because Mr. I'm gonna make you a star, sitting in his big glass tower in the centre of town is only looking for pretty, vacuous wretches who wouldn't mind a supplementary career as a fucking sales person for Nokia or Adidas.
These are the people who deserve it; the people who work at it, playing shitty venues with moisture dripping from the ceiling and moss growing in the corners (the best kind of venues in my opinion).
Put one of those polished ornaments on a stage in 13th Note or Nice N Sleazys in Glasgow and see how long they'd fucking last. They'd go back to the Glasgow fucking Hilton that night with the business end of a beer bottle embedded in their peachy little faces.
And who the fuck is the panel? A rude, obnoxious, odd shaped, business man and two has beens? What the fuck do they know?
I think the fat black guy eats the ones who lose.
The hispanic/latino woman fucks the boys who win
And the rude, obnoxious, odd shaped business man makes a mint either way.
a saga, an epic of hope and striving and joy and heartbreak
Epic? The more shows there are, the more money they make.
Hope and striving? A hope to be famous isn't a valid hope. It isn't a passion to sing that drives these horrible innocents, it's a will to be famous. Famous for what? Just famous! As for striving: when is entering a competition a valid alternative to actually developing ones craft, getting life experience by singing in the types of venue mentioned above and finding a soul?
Maybe I'm missing the point. Maybe I just take music too seriously. But the more of these useless wastes of space there are loitering on the airwaves the harder it is for young kids (because let's face it, kids are fucking stupid) to find decent music; the kind of music that puts fire in their bellies and upsets their parents. The kind of music that lets them know that the mainstream isn't the only water out there, that there are little fjords, creeks and babbling brooks of great alternative music.
Again, maybe I'm missing the point. One man's entertainment is another man's itchy trigger finger.
I can accept these fuckers in the world. But, if anyone of them ever refers to themselves as "artists" or their bubble gum, machine made, corporation approved music as "art," well then, my itchy trigger finger will be getting scratched.
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