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I was VERY sick. Still am. Swollened neck, in owey pain...
So Donnay comes over. I'm on the computer, computing, and she taps my shoulder.
"Mmmyessam?" says I... before a bubble gets thrusted into my face. Wait, aren't you supposed to be my APPORPRIATE friend? Guess not. "PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF HARDER PUFF" SHHHHWOOOOOOOOO
Fuck. So now I have the chills, I'm dying of DEATH and I can't sleep to top it off. All I want to do is run around and jump and scream and DDR and shitz. I'm listening to Buddy Holly, trying to remember what day the music actually DID die. Michael Longfellow's doing well on myspace. Governor "govenor" Richardson is too. I'm just a pop culture wizard.
So, I need opinions. I know you're reading (how?) so... who influenced today's popular musical culture more- The Beatles or the Velvet Underground? If you don't know who either are, go shoot yourself. Now.
Agreed- The Beatles opened the doors for the British invasion, which some will argue ushered in many a producer and lover of Lou Reed. The Bealtes, however, influenced such artists as The Doors, and Janice. The Doors led to LED ZEPPELIN, somehow. Later on, all this leads our way to GLAM METAL. EW GLAM METAL. Meaning, I think KISS is the same as NSYNC. Nothing wrong with NSYNC. Nothing wrong with Britney.
The Velvet Underground, however was in part influenced by David Bowie, who wrote and produced a wad of shiiiat for them. The Velvet Underground, of course headed by Lou Reed opened the Mod scene, also of British influence. God I hate England. Go South Africa. The Brits don't bathe. Twiggy, Andy Warhol, they were FANS of this mod shit... which make some guy named ROBERT ZIMMERMAN say "Folk sucks, who's up for some electric Buddy Holly?". Robert Zimmerman, AKA Bob Dylan... who WASN'T interested in him? Anyway. Mods move on- and some kids in Burmingham are like "Hey, look... wanna rip up that faggot's clothing and wear it?" Thank you, Malcolm McDowell. We have the PUNK rock shit. RIPPED OFF THE BACK OF THE MOD ONES. Punk.. leads to the non glam-metal in the 80s, and later to grunge. <3 for Nirvana.
Well, nevermind punk rock. They're fine but also seem to be obsessed with Buddy later on. Drunk Buddy Holly... OI OI OI.
So, here we have the modish ones. Lou Reed's like "well, David, you've had a shitty first album with an awesome single, fabulous second and third albums, and explained why Mickey Mouse is fat. What do you suggest I do?" David Bowie couldn't answer, being in a Saturn coma, so Lou Reed interpretted "MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD" as hmm.. SOLO ALBUM. Hello, Transformer. Excuse my chronology. So, hooker rock is all CHILL now. Wearing makeup already was. Gilbert and Sullivan are feeling sick, and women are getting the vote, or something. Sonic Youth shows up somewhere, so does Joy Division. Ian Curtis gets sad, kills himself in '80. Somewhere in there New Order was born from the screaming womb of an aged rock star. Yum. Ok, Belle and Sebastian are like "well, we're weird. Let's get famously weird". The Cure comes in, depression is now cool and so is red lipstick. Goth is taken to a yummy level, and so is cocaine. Nevermind Robert Smith, leave the guy alone. He needs a hug. I love Depeche Mode too, let's not talk about the 80s too much. FYI: TEARS FOR FEARS WROTE MADWORLD... DONNIE DARKO IS SIMPLY AN IMITATION OF BORROWED CULTURE. READ IT CAREFULLY. Head over heels.
K, so. Mod. Pete Doherty's like "cocaine... Kate Moss... new millennium?" forget pop 90s stuff. I love the Spice Girls. Nothing better than meth induced comas and catchy songs. Sinead O'Connor, raw deal. Blind Melon, good try. Right Said Fred, not quite. Ace of Base, smashing. What decade was The Thompson Twins? Anyway. Here we are. Hipsters line the streets and I'm too fat to even look at Buffalo Exchange. So, awake in the middle of the nightness. Too much Buddy Holly, no job. And a long lecture on music. I covered everything the lecturer missed. I was skipping some important shit on purpouse. This is an addition to Caroline's coverage. Country over disco? Fuuuuuhck.
So Donnay comes over. I'm on the computer, computing, and she taps my shoulder.
"Mmmyessam?" says I... before a bubble gets thrusted into my face. Wait, aren't you supposed to be my APPORPRIATE friend? Guess not. "PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF HARDER PUFF" SHHHHWOOOOOOOOO
Fuck. So now I have the chills, I'm dying of DEATH and I can't sleep to top it off. All I want to do is run around and jump and scream and DDR and shitz. I'm listening to Buddy Holly, trying to remember what day the music actually DID die. Michael Longfellow's doing well on myspace. Governor "govenor" Richardson is too. I'm just a pop culture wizard.
So, I need opinions. I know you're reading (how?) so... who influenced today's popular musical culture more- The Beatles or the Velvet Underground? If you don't know who either are, go shoot yourself. Now.
Agreed- The Beatles opened the doors for the British invasion, which some will argue ushered in many a producer and lover of Lou Reed. The Bealtes, however, influenced such artists as The Doors, and Janice. The Doors led to LED ZEPPELIN, somehow. Later on, all this leads our way to GLAM METAL. EW GLAM METAL. Meaning, I think KISS is the same as NSYNC. Nothing wrong with NSYNC. Nothing wrong with Britney.
The Velvet Underground, however was in part influenced by David Bowie, who wrote and produced a wad of shiiiat for them. The Velvet Underground, of course headed by Lou Reed opened the Mod scene, also of British influence. God I hate England. Go South Africa. The Brits don't bathe. Twiggy, Andy Warhol, they were FANS of this mod shit... which make some guy named ROBERT ZIMMERMAN say "Folk sucks, who's up for some electric Buddy Holly?". Robert Zimmerman, AKA Bob Dylan... who WASN'T interested in him? Anyway. Mods move on- and some kids in Burmingham are like "Hey, look... wanna rip up that faggot's clothing and wear it?" Thank you, Malcolm McDowell. We have the PUNK rock shit. RIPPED OFF THE BACK OF THE MOD ONES. Punk.. leads to the non glam-metal in the 80s, and later to grunge. <3 for Nirvana.
Well, nevermind punk rock. They're fine but also seem to be obsessed with Buddy later on. Drunk Buddy Holly... OI OI OI.
So, here we have the modish ones. Lou Reed's like "well, David, you've had a shitty first album with an awesome single, fabulous second and third albums, and explained why Mickey Mouse is fat. What do you suggest I do?" David Bowie couldn't answer, being in a Saturn coma, so Lou Reed interpretted "MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD" as hmm.. SOLO ALBUM. Hello, Transformer. Excuse my chronology. So, hooker rock is all CHILL now. Wearing makeup already was. Gilbert and Sullivan are feeling sick, and women are getting the vote, or something. Sonic Youth shows up somewhere, so does Joy Division. Ian Curtis gets sad, kills himself in '80. Somewhere in there New Order was born from the screaming womb of an aged rock star. Yum. Ok, Belle and Sebastian are like "well, we're weird. Let's get famously weird". The Cure comes in, depression is now cool and so is red lipstick. Goth is taken to a yummy level, and so is cocaine. Nevermind Robert Smith, leave the guy alone. He needs a hug. I love Depeche Mode too, let's not talk about the 80s too much. FYI: TEARS FOR FEARS WROTE MADWORLD... DONNIE DARKO IS SIMPLY AN IMITATION OF BORROWED CULTURE. READ IT CAREFULLY. Head over heels.
K, so. Mod. Pete Doherty's like "cocaine... Kate Moss... new millennium?" forget pop 90s stuff. I love the Spice Girls. Nothing better than meth induced comas and catchy songs. Sinead O'Connor, raw deal. Blind Melon, good try. Right Said Fred, not quite. Ace of Base, smashing. What decade was The Thompson Twins? Anyway. Here we are. Hipsters line the streets and I'm too fat to even look at Buffalo Exchange. So, awake in the middle of the nightness. Too much Buddy Holly, no job. And a long lecture on music. I covered everything the lecturer missed. I was skipping some important shit on purpouse. This is an addition to Caroline's coverage. Country over disco? Fuuuuuhck.