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So I'm driving to work, smoking a cigarette and flipping around radio stations because like the idiot that I am I left all my CD’s at work. I’m not sure if this is a well-known fact or not, but most of my epiphanies, musical or otherwise, come in the car. There is something innately relaxing about navigating a practically weightless hunk of plastic through early morning traffic as it threatens to blow clear off the road. Tranquility be thy name. Toying with death puts me in a state where my mind is free to contemplate not only this thing I do that resembles life, but also these things that other people do… that they call life. It's a tremendous atmosphere and I wouldn't trade it for the world. So, anyway, whatever station I happened to be on when I had to make a dicey maneuver that required me to stop fiddling with the radio for 10 seconds was playing some song by J.Lo(nothing to do with rocks this time), and what sounded like LL... something about love. As soon as I considered it safe to use one hand to change the station without causing a 20-car pileup I quickly changed the frequency I was tuned in to. What hit me next was Michael Bolton's boisterous interpretation of "When A Man Loves A Woman." My reaction was not unlike the one you’d expect from me, “what the fuck is going on???” Then I remembered what day it was. But is it really necessary to play this shit? What kind of fucking college radio amateur bullshit is this? And then it hit me like a 6’8 250 white trash asshole coming across the lane: These songs are the exact same fucking thing! All of these songs, there's no difference. Well, there's a difference, but it's not as major as one would initially think.
Like nearly 90 percent of the noise pollution we call pop music these songs are about love, or more accurately: the latter is about a man's bullheaded insistence on applying all sorts of unrealistic accolades to the woman of his fancy, while the other is “Love is life and life is livin' Oh...oh...oh...uh...uh...”, or something to that extent. It's very special. I start thinking about the obsession with love in pop music and how love in and of itself has had totally unrealistic acclaim thrown its way. If you believe someone like say, The Beatles, love is it. It's all you need; fuck money, forget food, you can do without oxygen, even your substance addictions are secondary. Just love. Love. Love. Love. Love can conquer all and is capable of saving endangered western gorillas and all sorts of other bullshit that only people on copious amounts of narcotics who have been totally sheltered from the outside world could possibly believe. When you go into a sev to get a pack of smokes and realize you are a dollar short, don’t sweat it… you’ve got Love! Or at least that is what most of these lunatics would have you believe. So I'm forced to conclude that you cannot fucking TRUST these people, not even half the distance that you can hurl them. Not just the J.Lo’s and the Michael Boltons (and it's totally possible that you might never conquer those insecurities and the woman you love could slaughter a puppy with her bare hands), but the Beatles, the Whitney Houstons, and Elvis Costello and basically everything written about love by someone whose concept of it has been skewed by living a superstar lifestyle of privilege and excess.(or if they are under 18, kids should be beaten and forced into slavery, not heard, much less heard talkin’ ‘bout love) I mean, what the fuck is "All You Need Is Love" even about? Love stopping war? Love overcoming cultural boundaries? Love feeding starving children? Love conquering insecurity? It's not about anything. It's meaningless drivel, irrational bullshit written by millionaire drug addicts sold to you to pay for their 10 G a day coke habit. Its fucking catering to the lowest common denominator, its writing something so bland and vague with the underlying concept being based on a single word that most people want to believe in because its what gets them out of bed in the morning and allows them to get on with their worthless lives. Its marketing, its selling the concepts of what you want your life to be instead of what it is. Its worse then organized religions, many of which claim to be based on it coincidentally. Love this, Love that, love thy neighbor… meanwhile your neighbor is a sociopath who makes quaking noises when he walks by your yard while you are just trying to enjoy a sunny afternoon with your dog.
I say this from the perspective of someone who's not only decidedly out of love, but also someone who doesn’t want it… much less need it. Lets face it, the only love songs approaching honesty are the negative ones. Songs like Reznors “the perfect drug” which portray it for what it really is, a dependency, a fucking soul-sucking lost cause that haunts the writer every second of his miserable life. That's the only love with the power to conquer anything. It conquers your will to live. Your instinct of self-preservation. It doest even have to think twice about conquering the faculties you refer to as common sense. The type of love that drives you to imagine a current or former flame at it with another man even if there are no other men left in the world. The type of love that makes you so sick with rage that you can't eat or sleep or jack off without feeling a raging empty pit opening in the center of your gut. Seeing anything in pairs is enough to get you test our criminal system definition of “legally insane”. That type of love is the purest, most honest form that's so often ignored by pop musicians in their quest to feed the goddamn gorillas. Fuck the primates. My dream is that one day my kids will be driving to work, hopefully carefully in the right lane, listening to the radio and hearing some whiny asshole go on and on how he cant go on with his life because his woman left him for his best friends, and how he plans to kill them both. I want them to listen to this and know that their dad fought for this kind of honestly, integrity, I want them to think, "So this is what dad was fighting for? What a fucking dreary, joyless tool."
-tony
one of many zeros who can’t find the one
Like nearly 90 percent of the noise pollution we call pop music these songs are about love, or more accurately: the latter is about a man's bullheaded insistence on applying all sorts of unrealistic accolades to the woman of his fancy, while the other is “Love is life and life is livin' Oh...oh...oh...uh...uh...”, or something to that extent. It's very special. I start thinking about the obsession with love in pop music and how love in and of itself has had totally unrealistic acclaim thrown its way. If you believe someone like say, The Beatles, love is it. It's all you need; fuck money, forget food, you can do without oxygen, even your substance addictions are secondary. Just love. Love. Love. Love. Love can conquer all and is capable of saving endangered western gorillas and all sorts of other bullshit that only people on copious amounts of narcotics who have been totally sheltered from the outside world could possibly believe. When you go into a sev to get a pack of smokes and realize you are a dollar short, don’t sweat it… you’ve got Love! Or at least that is what most of these lunatics would have you believe. So I'm forced to conclude that you cannot fucking TRUST these people, not even half the distance that you can hurl them. Not just the J.Lo’s and the Michael Boltons (and it's totally possible that you might never conquer those insecurities and the woman you love could slaughter a puppy with her bare hands), but the Beatles, the Whitney Houstons, and Elvis Costello and basically everything written about love by someone whose concept of it has been skewed by living a superstar lifestyle of privilege and excess.(or if they are under 18, kids should be beaten and forced into slavery, not heard, much less heard talkin’ ‘bout love) I mean, what the fuck is "All You Need Is Love" even about? Love stopping war? Love overcoming cultural boundaries? Love feeding starving children? Love conquering insecurity? It's not about anything. It's meaningless drivel, irrational bullshit written by millionaire drug addicts sold to you to pay for their 10 G a day coke habit. Its fucking catering to the lowest common denominator, its writing something so bland and vague with the underlying concept being based on a single word that most people want to believe in because its what gets them out of bed in the morning and allows them to get on with their worthless lives. Its marketing, its selling the concepts of what you want your life to be instead of what it is. Its worse then organized religions, many of which claim to be based on it coincidentally. Love this, Love that, love thy neighbor… meanwhile your neighbor is a sociopath who makes quaking noises when he walks by your yard while you are just trying to enjoy a sunny afternoon with your dog.
I say this from the perspective of someone who's not only decidedly out of love, but also someone who doesn’t want it… much less need it. Lets face it, the only love songs approaching honesty are the negative ones. Songs like Reznors “the perfect drug” which portray it for what it really is, a dependency, a fucking soul-sucking lost cause that haunts the writer every second of his miserable life. That's the only love with the power to conquer anything. It conquers your will to live. Your instinct of self-preservation. It doest even have to think twice about conquering the faculties you refer to as common sense. The type of love that drives you to imagine a current or former flame at it with another man even if there are no other men left in the world. The type of love that makes you so sick with rage that you can't eat or sleep or jack off without feeling a raging empty pit opening in the center of your gut. Seeing anything in pairs is enough to get you test our criminal system definition of “legally insane”. That type of love is the purest, most honest form that's so often ignored by pop musicians in their quest to feed the goddamn gorillas. Fuck the primates. My dream is that one day my kids will be driving to work, hopefully carefully in the right lane, listening to the radio and hearing some whiny asshole go on and on how he cant go on with his life because his woman left him for his best friends, and how he plans to kill them both. I want them to listen to this and know that their dad fought for this kind of honestly, integrity, I want them to think, "So this is what dad was fighting for? What a fucking dreary, joyless tool."
-tony
one of many zeros who can’t find the one