I am not dead.

It’s sort of dawned on me how shackled I’ve been by the restraining nature of what society tells me is aesthetically pleasing, especially when looks shouldn’t matter at all. Specifically, it infuriates me tenfold how the tabloids and media perpetuate and exaggerate the physical appearance and behaviour of artists in an attempt to demarcate what one should keep away from.

Of course the easiest example is Michael Jackson. Plastic freak of nature, but hey come on, the man made Billy Jean. Of course it didn’t really make a difference with regard to the plastic surgery. But then the media masturbation of his inconclusive pedophilia cases really turned on the heat. You can bet that his credibility as a human being were dropped with regard to demographic and popularity, but why should that affect his credibility as a musician and entertainer?

Consider however, Amy Winehouse. Consider Peter Doherty. Consider Susan Boyle. All, in my opinion, amazing musicians and vocalists. But the fact of the matter is, they are overlooked before their substance is even heard. Overlooked by who? Overlooked by me for example. I only started listening to Amy Winehouse a few weeks ago, and that’s only because I managed to overcome society’s constriction on my ears and become what I was born to do: to be an individual, to think for myself. And I believe I am the better for it. Sure she looks like she’s on crack, but her music is a joy to my ears.

The same applies for my favorite musician on the planet right now: Peter Doherty. I was introduced to him by a friend, and have decided that he an amazingly adept lyricist with the vocals to back it up. I don’t care that he’s an addict. Personally, I think I like him better writing under the influence, not that I am endorsing it, but I mean, public behaviour and personal lives really shouldn’t have a say in the musical credibility of a person. Give them a chance; and if you don’t like it, you’ll be warranted in saying so. It’s no argument to say I dislike the music of this artist because he’s coked up. That’s just fucked up.

Sorry, but while I do appreciate the musicality of Susan Boyle, I can’t get down with it, just not my sort of vibes.

I know I’m not speaking on behalf of everyone, but I’m sure there are others out there who are like me, who’ve been manipulated by the tabloids and media to judge a book by its cover, and that just isn’t right. Think of the talent wasted, think of the beauty gone unheard, and stampeded upon by the likes of shitty mainstream pop. Stampeded and ruined by the likes of Ke$ha, by the likes of Linkin Park (yes fuck Linkin Park, a Thousand Suns was a pile of fucking shit for how much it was hyped up), by the likes of Short Stack.

I’m not at all saying that they should all go mainstream, but it’s horrible how unfair the media and tabloids are affecting what we ought to listen to with slutty advertising and society’s perpetuations.



I'm extremely sorry for the absence in posting readers, I've been meaning to get shit up for a while, and I keep promising myself to do so, but I can never bring myself to find the time to spend a solid 2 hours on a blog post.

But hopefully this will be the start of a series of stringent and thoughtful posts.

Try to cut me some slack though, better quality than quantity right? I absolutely refuse to post something which I hold to a shit standard.


Anyway.

I am more active on tumblr., so feel free to keep in touch here.



I'm very much alive.