This was written in the comments for my livejournal. She's actually pretty spot-on about me in some of these things. Lindex, see if you can spot yourself!
I've never heard a single person ask why you weren't in a band. We all hear your musical imitations enough, thanks.
1. You sound like a dying frog in mid-croak being squished under the tire of a 1970's VW Van ya hippie wannabe.
2. All "your" songs (songs that you sing, not songs that you have created because you are too chicken shit to put anything out there so you hide behind a stance of pretention) operate around the same theme of "I'm depressed, pity me."
3. Do you play anything? Can you prove it?
4. Jealous??
5. How does someone whose entire existence is centered around self-righteous contempt and lack of compassion or understanding for anything human or beautiful Ever feel justified to speak of the soul?
6. How do you explain duets of "Hey Baby?" then?
7. First of all, don't even bring sexuality into your pointless little rant. Second, if you're going to go off about people using a hairstyle to define themselves, you might not want to point out your own hairstyle to everyone in the room 5,000 times.
8. God I love that you aren't even making any music of your own, but rather define your "talent" by your ability to sing other people's music IN A BAR.
9. You have a little boy disciple with a porno emblem on his sweatshirt who can never carry a tune.
10. That's all YOU write about.
11. Other people's creations have nothing to DO with the use of your time. If you don't like it, don't listen. And god forbid anyone in the world should find joy in anything. We should all strive to be depressed, like you.
12. You actually think you're cool.
13. You think the DJ is getting paid to hear you moan and watch you thrash around.
14. The only reason people like you is because you're a complete prototypical carbon copy of bottled teen angst and have an inability to deal in the human, adult, real world. Get over it.
15. You get up and try and steal the attention during everyone else's performances. (Fuck Yourself.)
16. Is this going out to your two followers?
17. Just shut the fuck up, go home, close the doors, surround yourself in darkness and cry your little depressed, pathetic life away, because all you do is annoy, piss off or offend people. Just shut the fuck up and stop taking up space and taking up time and smiling that smug empty smile that reveals that you have nothing lying behind it except masks and acts and parts to play to impress the few, sad, meak, lost little people who have nothing to do but search for a cult-type leader to worship.
18. Why are you so obsessed with labels? If you are or are not "Punk Rock" is that going to make you a better, more interesting, more intelligent, less forgetable, less boring human being who actually has something to contribute to this world besides hate and simplification of complex beings and ideas?
It's not that hard to grasp.
I've never heard a single person ask why you weren't in a band. We all hear your musical imitations enough, thanks.
1. You sound like a dying frog in mid-croak being squished under the tire of a 1970's VW Van ya hippie wannabe.
2. All "your" songs (songs that you sing, not songs that you have created because you are too chicken shit to put anything out there so you hide behind a stance of pretention) operate around the same theme of "I'm depressed, pity me."
3. Do you play anything? Can you prove it?
4. Jealous??
5. How does someone whose entire existence is centered around self-righteous contempt and lack of compassion or understanding for anything human or beautiful Ever feel justified to speak of the soul?
6. How do you explain duets of "Hey Baby?" then?
7. First of all, don't even bring sexuality into your pointless little rant. Second, if you're going to go off about people using a hairstyle to define themselves, you might not want to point out your own hairstyle to everyone in the room 5,000 times.
8. God I love that you aren't even making any music of your own, but rather define your "talent" by your ability to sing other people's music IN A BAR.
9. You have a little boy disciple with a porno emblem on his sweatshirt who can never carry a tune.
10. That's all YOU write about.
11. Other people's creations have nothing to DO with the use of your time. If you don't like it, don't listen. And god forbid anyone in the world should find joy in anything. We should all strive to be depressed, like you.
12. You actually think you're cool.
13. You think the DJ is getting paid to hear you moan and watch you thrash around.
14. The only reason people like you is because you're a complete prototypical carbon copy of bottled teen angst and have an inability to deal in the human, adult, real world. Get over it.
15. You get up and try and steal the attention during everyone else's performances. (Fuck Yourself.)
16. Is this going out to your two followers?
17. Just shut the fuck up, go home, close the doors, surround yourself in darkness and cry your little depressed, pathetic life away, because all you do is annoy, piss off or offend people. Just shut the fuck up and stop taking up space and taking up time and smiling that smug empty smile that reveals that you have nothing lying behind it except masks and acts and parts to play to impress the few, sad, meak, lost little people who have nothing to do but search for a cult-type leader to worship.
18. Why are you so obsessed with labels? If you are or are not "Punk Rock" is that going to make you a better, more interesting, more intelligent, less forgetable, less boring human being who actually has something to contribute to this world besides hate and simplification of complex beings and ideas?
It's not that hard to grasp.