It's Friday, Folks, let's keep things light.
Music snobs. They really grind my gears. There are various forms of music snobbery, but I’m focusing on those who turn their nose up or get a condescending tone when someone likes a certain artist or band that they deem crappy. Hey, we all have our differences, and there is freedom of choice here in the
, no? I will attest that there is music out there that I can’t and won’t listen to, whether it’s because I'm afraid my ears will bleed, or because I might hurt someone or myself if exposed. But you know what? I don’t give a rat’s ass if someone else likes it because it doesn’t impact me and because it’s absurd to judge or belittle someone because of it. Proof: I recently dated a guy who loves and plays the banjo, and I absolutely fucking hate any music with banjos. Granted, we have since broken up, but it had nothing to do with the banjo exposure, which I survived and with a smile on my face (he was a big music snob, however, which should've been the first red flag). But I digress. The #1 response by music snobs that really makes my blood boil is when someone says "Holy fuck, how do you like that shit? They have no talent". Newsflash #1: apparently the music business isn’t solely about formal training and talent, because there are plenty of artists out there who have very little of either. Newsflash #2: just because a band has significant musical talent does not mean I will enjoy listening to them (sorry, Rush). Newsflash #3: my self-esteem is in tact enough that such words are not going to damage me, and will only result in me surmising that you are a douchebag who must cut others down in order to feel better about yourself. I know a decent amount about music and I know a talented musician or songwriter when I hear one. Sometimes that is the draw, however, music doesn’t always have to be about that. Sometimes it’s simply about a catchy beat, a strong baseline, meaningful lyrics, or perhaps good memories that a song brings forth. So yeah, no need to inform me that the Bangles were bubblegum pop no-talent ass clowns, because it won't change the fact that I love their version of "Hazy Shade of Winter" when I hear it. So fuck off. U.S.
Birds. If there are gale-force winds, does it make it harder for a bird to fly? Can a tiny bird fare as well as a big one, or would a larger wing span be a disadvantage in this situation because there's a greater area for the wind to catch? Are some birds just bad at flying in general, just as some people suck at driving? If so, do other birds flip them the bird when they are flying erratically and cutting them off? Where does the phrase "flip the bird" come from, anyway? Regardless, in case you haven't heard, the bird is the word.
Tila Tequila. All I know about her antics is what I read on online gossip rags, but that is way more than enough to A) conclude she is not the sharpest tool in the shed, B) wish she would go far, far away, and C) state on the record that she has Borderline Personality Disorder. Mark my words. You heard it here first, people.
I won't bore you fine readers with my foolish musings any further today. Now go have an excellent weekend. That is an order.