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I think I outgrew the pandered image this site tries to offer. All I see is calculated marketing and beautiful women ofcourse. The punk/goth ideals of yesteryear have long faded into glamourous slutdom. And I for one couldn't be happier what an awful statment the 90's were. Music, art, decore, love, sexism struggles and douche bag celebs. ALL CRAP through that lovely period. Funny how it took the smutty infantile screams of a self obsessed "intellect" to counter the lack of substance in mainstream pop, of course I speak of Marylin Manson and other brave souls of the era. But once again its takes us back to one cheap thrill to balance a complete lack of thrill. I can still see that tempere glass with dotted steel ikea giving way to the mexicana villa motif. quick, Dated, dead. But unfortunatly i see a lot of us cant let go of the smutty sins. Names: Tarnished wings.... Black halo angel..... XxDarkonexX... please tell me that your attempt at profound rebelion and individuality hasn't givin complete way for medeocrity at its worst. Lets all wear black to escape normality. So that we arnt like them... instead were like us. I miss colour. I have colour everywhere around me. I weve and print and paint the brightest or neons all over my work and its sells.
I've changed when i never thought i could. The grind of guitars bores me and snaps and double bass wont thrill me. I've been seduced by the shiney lights of the disco and I cant get enough. Inject that dirty synth into my ears ATTACK DECAY! if you told me 3 years ago i would give up the punk for plush I would have laughed in your face. Ofcourse the me of then was different. Cold and tired and boring.
I think everyone I know is ignorant to the genious of Prince. Please tell me erotic city is not the best song ever. Cause trust me it isnt but its pretty fucking awesome. Somone come spin some records with me.
I think I outgrew the pandered image this site tries to offer. All I see is calculated marketing and beautiful women ofcourse. The punk/goth ideals of yesteryear have long faded into glamourous slutdom. And I for one couldn't be happier what an awful statment the 90's were. Music, art, decore, love, sexism struggles and douche bag celebs. ALL CRAP through that lovely period. Funny how it took the smutty infantile screams of a self obsessed "intellect" to counter the lack of substance in mainstream pop, of course I speak of Marylin Manson and other brave souls of the era. But once again its takes us back to one cheap thrill to balance a complete lack of thrill. I can still see that tempere glass with dotted steel ikea giving way to the mexicana villa motif. quick, Dated, dead. But unfortunatly i see a lot of us cant let go of the smutty sins. Names: Tarnished wings.... Black halo angel..... XxDarkonexX... please tell me that your attempt at profound rebelion and individuality hasn't givin complete way for medeocrity at its worst. Lets all wear black to escape normality. So that we arnt like them... instead were like us. I miss colour. I have colour everywhere around me. I weve and print and paint the brightest or neons all over my work and its sells.
I've changed when i never thought i could. The grind of guitars bores me and snaps and double bass wont thrill me. I've been seduced by the shiney lights of the disco and I cant get enough. Inject that dirty synth into my ears ATTACK DECAY! if you told me 3 years ago i would give up the punk for plush I would have laughed in your face. Ofcourse the me of then was different. Cold and tired and boring.
I think everyone I know is ignorant to the genious of Prince. Please tell me erotic city is not the best song ever. Cause trust me it isnt but its pretty fucking awesome. Somone come spin some records with me.
solaris:
dude, i only get an 'i loved it!'?
deunan:
I'm so cool, I'm one of your only friends. Rawr.