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Okay, you guys all go to high school, so you've all had to raise your hands in class before, and you all have heard the old saying "they were respectful of you while you were talking, so you had better show them the same respect" In that same spirit, since as you kids have all been very honest with me, I feel like I should be honest with you.
Are you ready? Because here comes a big fat pile of honesty on all of your heads...
I don't want to write a livejournal entry
This, this right here that you're reading, is filler. I'd really rather not write a live journal entry, but Jeff Ackerman would like me to write one, so i will.
Now you may be asking yourself:
"Just what is 'filler' anyway, Brendan?"
Well, children, filler is a concept that was brought to the level of an art form during the advent of digital information storage in the mid to late eighties by our friends, the record companies. You see, today's compact disc can hold about 15-20 cda files so long as they are all about three minutes. And this would be okay, except for the fact that record labels only produce about 20-25 popular songs in a year, or about one or two disk's worth. Of course they can't afford to use all of their surefire, tailor-made, ghostwritten pop tunes by filling up one or two cd's (edit: the same songwriting/producing team that created Avril Lavigne's three radio hits (The Matrix) are working with Keaton Simons), because if they did, then they couldn't expect to be able to charge 20 bucks every time anybody wanted to a whole cd to buy three of them.
Still confused? Well, as you may know, back in 2004 actress Hilary Duff released her self-titled sophomore effort. I've never heard a note off of this album, but we can assume, for all intents and purposes, that at some point two or three of these songs were in rotation on the radio someplace, doing the heavy lifting and selling the cd to 12 year old girls everywhere.
Now, say what you will about the musical tastes of tweleve year old girls, but the fact is that they know their numbers. And knowing their numbers as they do, they will not pay 20 dollars for only three solid songs per album if they should ever become used to paying $20 and getting 20 of them...
"I mean, helloooo? three is way less than twenty, but it's like the exact same price!"
So what do we do? We throw in some filler. Plain, old, harmless filler, the same stuff that has been keeping the American meat-packing industry alive for years.
How does it work, you ask?
Well, say Hilary has 16 songs on her cd, but the millions of screaming fans demand 20, what is she to do? If she looks at the problem like a reasonable human being, she is bound to realize that 4 songs fewer is "several" less than expected, while 3 songs is only "a few", and it becomes obvious what she needs. She needs filler. And this, my friends, is why the seventeenth track on Ms. Duff's 2nd album is 1:27 long, creatively titled "The Last Song", and includes such insightful lyrics as
Now I understand why you pushed me away
I looked far and now I see
That the only one I needed was me.
And so, my friends, this is your filler, Ack-dawg wanted an entry, and BG gives the people what they want.
If, by some odd chance, you have found yourself here in search of the answer to one question that torments your soul, that question of course being, "How is Brendan Gilroy feeling right now?" I might be able to help you out.
New years was amazing, Three cheers for Annelies's hair gel, Driving Sam and Jack home was awesome, Tess from NH is an excellent conversationalist, Billy Collins is my straight up homie, Norah's version of "Bowl of Oranges" that she sang to me on the way back from Jack's is now my favorite song, talking to Nina for what might have been hours is probably the longest time that I've spent that close to one person, and in Trying-To-Match-My-Breathing-To-Becky's in Annelies's loft, I have found a game that I could lose my Self, my Fears, and my Worries into forever
Are you ready? Because here comes a big fat pile of honesty on all of your heads...
I don't want to write a livejournal entry
This, this right here that you're reading, is filler. I'd really rather not write a live journal entry, but Jeff Ackerman would like me to write one, so i will.
Now you may be asking yourself:
"Just what is 'filler' anyway, Brendan?"
Well, children, filler is a concept that was brought to the level of an art form during the advent of digital information storage in the mid to late eighties by our friends, the record companies. You see, today's compact disc can hold about 15-20 cda files so long as they are all about three minutes. And this would be okay, except for the fact that record labels only produce about 20-25 popular songs in a year, or about one or two disk's worth. Of course they can't afford to use all of their surefire, tailor-made, ghostwritten pop tunes by filling up one or two cd's (edit: the same songwriting/producing team that created Avril Lavigne's three radio hits (The Matrix) are working with Keaton Simons), because if they did, then they couldn't expect to be able to charge 20 bucks every time anybody wanted to a whole cd to buy three of them.
Still confused? Well, as you may know, back in 2004 actress Hilary Duff released her self-titled sophomore effort. I've never heard a note off of this album, but we can assume, for all intents and purposes, that at some point two or three of these songs were in rotation on the radio someplace, doing the heavy lifting and selling the cd to 12 year old girls everywhere.
Now, say what you will about the musical tastes of tweleve year old girls, but the fact is that they know their numbers. And knowing their numbers as they do, they will not pay 20 dollars for only three solid songs per album if they should ever become used to paying $20 and getting 20 of them...
"I mean, helloooo? three is way less than twenty, but it's like the exact same price!"
So what do we do? We throw in some filler. Plain, old, harmless filler, the same stuff that has been keeping the American meat-packing industry alive for years.
How does it work, you ask?
Well, say Hilary has 16 songs on her cd, but the millions of screaming fans demand 20, what is she to do? If she looks at the problem like a reasonable human being, she is bound to realize that 4 songs fewer is "several" less than expected, while 3 songs is only "a few", and it becomes obvious what she needs. She needs filler. And this, my friends, is why the seventeenth track on Ms. Duff's 2nd album is 1:27 long, creatively titled "The Last Song", and includes such insightful lyrics as
Now I understand why you pushed me away
I looked far and now I see
That the only one I needed was me.
And so, my friends, this is your filler, Ack-dawg wanted an entry, and BG gives the people what they want.
If, by some odd chance, you have found yourself here in search of the answer to one question that torments your soul, that question of course being, "How is Brendan Gilroy feeling right now?" I might be able to help you out.
New years was amazing, Three cheers for Annelies's hair gel, Driving Sam and Jack home was awesome, Tess from NH is an excellent conversationalist, Billy Collins is my straight up homie, Norah's version of "Bowl of Oranges" that she sang to me on the way back from Jack's is now my favorite song, talking to Nina for what might have been hours is probably the longest time that I've spent that close to one person, and in Trying-To-Match-My-Breathing-To-Becky's in Annelies's loft, I have found a game that I could lose my Self, my Fears, and my Worries into forever