I used bitch about "the scene" pretty often. I'll admit. I liked to play the role of the old jaded scenester and whine about all of the good bands signing to major record labels, and how there are too many "little kids" at "my" shows and stuff like that. I would like to think I've calmed down a lot since my first couple years in college. I'll still complain when I go to shows that its different. It isn't that I got old, at least not completly the scene changed. But, I suppose, scenes do that.
I just went to Rilo Kiley's myspace page to hear the song from their new album. I tried to watch the video, but couldn't finish it. It was so bad I couldn't finish it. It was just another generic major label (apparently they signed to Warner Brothers, how nice for them) "indie/garage" song. They look just like all of those other bands.
This kind of thing happens a lot, I guess. And this time it isn't as bad as when it happened with Boysetsfire, but still...it makes me feel just like that (not so) old jaded scenester kid who talked shit on the same pop-punk bands he liked six months prior, and called all of the youngsters posers. Except now I'm older. Oh, and I don't have a microphone that gave me some kind of false sense of justification (see: "I do college radio, and my best friend works in an indie record store, so my opinion matters more than yours.")
I hate music as much as I love it sometimes. I guess that's the whole point, though. In highschool I was the kid with the headphones glued to his ears. I remember a kid in my drama class (who was taking it just to fill out his schedule and get his art credit) asking me once, "how can you listen to music so much? I only listen to CDs when I'm in my car." I remeber feeling shocked. Shocked and sad. Music had such a profound effect on my daily life, and at the time I couldn't fathom how other people didn't have that same way of enjoying music. I can safely assume that kid had never been to see a live show. That makes me feel even sadder for him.
But, I suppose in order to have such a profound love for something, means taking the good with the bad. Even if sometimes it pisses you off.
I just went to Rilo Kiley's myspace page to hear the song from their new album. I tried to watch the video, but couldn't finish it. It was so bad I couldn't finish it. It was just another generic major label (apparently they signed to Warner Brothers, how nice for them) "indie/garage" song. They look just like all of those other bands.
This kind of thing happens a lot, I guess. And this time it isn't as bad as when it happened with Boysetsfire, but still...it makes me feel just like that (not so) old jaded scenester kid who talked shit on the same pop-punk bands he liked six months prior, and called all of the youngsters posers. Except now I'm older. Oh, and I don't have a microphone that gave me some kind of false sense of justification (see: "I do college radio, and my best friend works in an indie record store, so my opinion matters more than yours.")
I hate music as much as I love it sometimes. I guess that's the whole point, though. In highschool I was the kid with the headphones glued to his ears. I remember a kid in my drama class (who was taking it just to fill out his schedule and get his art credit) asking me once, "how can you listen to music so much? I only listen to CDs when I'm in my car." I remeber feeling shocked. Shocked and sad. Music had such a profound effect on my daily life, and at the time I couldn't fathom how other people didn't have that same way of enjoying music. I can safely assume that kid had never been to see a live show. That makes me feel even sadder for him.
But, I suppose in order to have such a profound love for something, means taking the good with the bad. Even if sometimes it pisses you off.
Not only did tickets cost about $33 at the door this year, but a good bit of the bands sounded exactly alike, or like some other band that's already made it huge. Originality is out the freaking door. Also, a good bit of the bands who started with Warped way back in the day won't even consider coming back on nowadays...
Couldn't be because they've got MySpace tents and the like set up either... =/
And hell, I've been getting upset when I have to pay more than $10 to see two or three unknown bands at the local venue. In fact, the cheapskate in me found a way to not have to pay for the crappy Warped line up. See, I had tickets to go see Matiyahu/311 and then later that night, The Clarks, so I gave the tickets to my mom and a friend that was visiting (-Marie, the one from my blog.) and Marie paid my way to Warped.
Finally, you may or may not like Rampo Noir, as I seem to push just about anything Asian... Almost every Asian movie I've seen doesn't seem like a major production, unlike American movies, and so I just naturally seem to like them better. So! I hope you enjoy it, we actually found it at a Blockbuster, and I'm told that their online program (Y'know, the one they ripped from NetFlix, just like the "No Late Fees!" business...) is pretty killer when it comes to selection.
(Although our local Blockbuster had a horror section pulled directly from the trash... I'm surprised we even stumbled upon something worth watching.)