You Got Feel For Sale ?
The Ass Crack-Five; heavy rock that’s damn feel
Simple Plan; heavy medal
Pedro The Lion; the new Simon & Garfunkel
To the emo-panda-eyeliner-on-pornstar-fake-eyelashes-on-acne-face, the indie-so-feel-but-i-donno-what-or-how-to-make-feel-but-is-feel crowd and the fence huggers that gravitate towards shitty radio station music; the quoted bands play to their miniskirt-netting-striped-socks-up-to-the-knee starcrossed hearts on fire with a cigarette lingering on the trigger finger in the corner of the room tears filled sorrow that gets glorified with wet panties of being so feel.
‘The emotion is so real, its like God spoke to me and told me to cut my wrist in protest of my mother cutting my allowance’
Surely it isn’t as bad as it sounds when they can roll in shit with their motorcycle buddies and fuck their cousin sisters because it’s the same theory of us making the bed we sleep in mirroring she who chooses whose cock she jerks off and the same stupid 30 year old senior who can’t tell the difference between an upside down internet cable while forcing it into its socket chooses their ridicule.
Herein lays the shocking revelation of it all. While the bands above have reached the eons of Greek demigods, the technically gifted have floundered in their own little cults with hardly any success compared to the aforementioned bands. Take for example the bands below;
Opeth; mindless inaudible sounds of evil devil expression.
UnExpect; What the fuck is this shit
Paul Gilber; Mad skills but more towards Wank-King noise.
In layman terms the two groups of bands are differentiated by the former having Feel and the latter; No Feel.
Bullshit. Such is the shame of this corporate world we live where we watch our children being forced fed into submission by MTV and a host of ‘reality’ shows that depict voyeurism, sexual debauchery, disassociation and glorified decadence. For a minute you realize that slowly and surely we are being altered to live in this so-called reality and to lose the essence of why we wanted to be where we are today. Putting music into such a perspective is possibly not the best way to describe how life is turning out the way it is but for that one minute of your life not spent thinking about the next paycheck and your selfish dilemmas you might come to realize that we’re only living for material reality and puppeteer’d into a mindless 14 hour day drone.
Take for example; your little 15 year old sister. She tries to look like Avril Lavigne, lets her nip slip from her towel after the shower and flashes her clit when your best friend is seated in front of her like Britney. She may say that it’s all about living for the moment but seriously does she really know what’s ‘living for the moment’? Or more like living in her bubble of what she thinks is ‘the moment’ because Seacrest-Out said so on television and read in the papers. While you now notice how much she has changed from being little miss sweet, doesn’t she look like Amy Winehouse with all the cocks that she might have put inside her?
So what is feel? Trying to be someone else and listening to what is perceived as the right way, the right thing, the right style and the right voice, the right shoes, the right Paris Hilton is so yesterday and Kim Kardashian is the new IN way ? As opposed to the perception of No Feel being mindless shredders of noise pollution to environment protecting Green Peach tree huggers and your little brother who decided he wants to scale the Himalayans and help the Tibetans until he is 27 before he participates in the corporate world?
That’s No Feel in our world today.
It’s aimless and meaningless. It doesn’t make money and wealth rules the evil axis that makes the world go round. We are nothing and its come to the point that we don’t even recognize who we are anyone while neglecting away to the little thoughts inside our little heads that tell what a waste for all the beautiful thoughts and dreams of dust coloured in different hues that we used to share with our parents and anyone who would ask to lose its self in the mechanism of growing up in corporate today? I long for the day I can break free and live as I used to with the ideals I once stood for that meant tomorrow would be a better day, the one that said I would change the world when I am older because I didn’t like the one that was 10 years ago. The same ones I lost along the way of growing old. I miss who I used to be.
Hey Des; will you help me find myself?
posted by Shen-Weng at 7:51 PM
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