If a little naive and possible slightly idealistic, i've got to say that i don't really get the whole London thing. My experiences have involved fashion conscious muso's whose stiff-necked ethos involves glazed over peepers that bluntly stare at all those who don a remotely successful band on their t-shirt, obscurely dressed Brick Lane vampires who believe Richard Ashcroft is the devil and belligerent repellent trendies who drink port and listen to obscure folk-trance made by Eskimo's on the carcasses of dead seals.
It just seems that there's an unforgiving demeanor swirling the big "L" these days. Since when was it "cool" to disregard bands like Oasis (And believe me i hate the whole lad-rock, football hooligan, piss throwing chumps that attend the gigs as well!) and, wait for the tirade of abuse!, the Arctic's. Because let's be honest people. If there's one person who's changed music in the last ten years it is Mr Alex Turner - so why shun the Sheffield wonder-boys? because they're yet to use a synth?
There's an antagonistic disposition among these faux-musical swill merchants who are so against the mainstream, so against the pros of indie music and oh so against anything with the slightest dribble success. It's like, "I have this record. It's illegal here. It was made in Beirut and it's only eight seconds long - oh did i mention it's on cassette? well it is, and because i know this I'm better than you." (Admittedly this was slightly pinched from a certain Mr Fray, but you get the idea.)
I'm pretty open-minded with this music lark - my tastes range to most genres, those of which i will refrain from listing because I know how the world loves to hate. And although this blog may resemble a Jon McClure ethical stance of music can save the world blah blah I love the Gallagher's blah blah NME love me, and so on...that's not the case. I just get angry at the style-over-substance myspace moguls who grace the independent club nights of the country. (And to be honest, I think Jon McClure's got his head screwed on when it comes to this topic)
(Assholes like the one above are partly responsible for this degrading imagery.)
Although it may be considered a little uncool I've got to say, if this is the future of the music fan then we need more people like McClure, Turner and dare i say it, Corbin (www.myspace.com/newstreetadventure) who actually comment on these social conflicts and musical negatives. The world has become divided from such occurrences and opinion crafters, and that's a damn shame - so if you can't beat them, what do you do? You fuck them over...
Out of date? yes. Played out? Probably so. Relevant? Fo' Sure. "Fake Tales of San Fransisco" is probably the best way of getting my point across as my writing blows. So i will let Turner to the talking...A lyrical wonderment and an expression of cultural disbelief regarding wank bands, trilby draped fuck-nuts and suburban slags from middle class families who pose as revolutionary rockstars. A reet beaut!
I doubt this made any sense...
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