Musical Thesis
Cristian Fuentes- Why the world will never allow the evolution of Originality and Creativity anymore.
It hasn't been long since I decided to return to my mecca, and what others refer to as the cultural epicenter of the U.S. My ears hurt from spending hours upon hours trying to develop a synthesizer sound that will give me the bassline that I need for a new track. But it came to my knowledge as I epiphanized (If that's even in the webster's dictionary) that as original as I may be, noone will ever embrace the fruit that comes out of my creativity womb. People are oblivious to the fact that music no longer requires feelings into it, but instead relies on an automated sequence of words, lots of noise and of course, naming your band after a bed-tome story book, case in point, I no longer understand why the name Atreyu rings bells in many peoples heads as the band that plays "Bleeding Mascara" instead of, that one character from that book that had a great plotted story with many intricate subplots. Many of you will NEVER understand why you find it so amusing to feel the need to state that you are a "Redneck" woman, nor will Gretchen Wilson, the writer of such a self-derrogatory composition. In my world, having made a noise never heard before truly defines musical genious, and innovative sonar design. Trying to tweak an LFO knob is the best feeling when you get that crunchy treble sound on your amp, but only to be drained out by insipid lyrics telling me to "leave a knife in your back while you bleed the murder I just put into you". Naming your band after a book will make you no better than you're not. For instance, having a million clones with the word "Bury" in their title, or "Dead" will not make you appeal to the more intellectual listeners who actually pay attention to your never-ending quest of happiness and sorrow drenched-life. Instead you will atract deranged children who had the most happy life anyone could ever want, because their parents work a 5 hour business day at citibank opening up savings accounts for kids like me who will struggle economically through life, these kids will get everything they want in life, even that virtual boy which I will never lay hands on, and these kids will be spoiled and hae their birthday parties thrown at Chuck e Cheeses' and have a clown perform there, and then get a car when they are sixteen, and then their mother will love them and they will never try drugs because daddy said not to. Later in life they will realize that money is no limit and purchase a black hoodie at sears and get really tight expensive jeans at a store called the the Attic in SoHo, where they will die their hail black, comb it to the side, and cry and cry because they have no real friends, only people who want to ride in their Magenta lexus which daddy got for their birthday,(Which blasts from first to last all the time) all the while they begin listening to stupid music like Norma Jean and act like they don't care about who you are, and stop saying cool, and replace it with "Your hair is the sex" and then they discover coldplay and says it's gay, while they face the trials and tribulations of being called gay themselves because of their pants. How original, many of these clones walk around our streets today, and drone and drone with their musi cand how scene it is.
It hasn't been long since I decided to return to my mecca, and what others refer to as the cultural epicenter of the U.S. My ears hurt from spending hours upon hours trying to develop a synthesizer sound that will give me the bassline that I need for a new track. But it came to my knowledge as I epiphanized (If that's even in the webster's dictionary) that as original as I may be, noone will ever embrace the fruit that comes out of my creativity womb. People are oblivious to the fact that music no longer requires feelings into it, but instead relies on an automated sequence of words, lots of noise and of course, naming your band after a bed-tome story book, case in point, I no longer understand why the name Atreyu rings bells in many peoples heads as the band that plays "Bleeding Mascara" instead of, that one character from that book that had a great plotted story with many intricate subplots. Many of you will NEVER understand why you find it so amusing to feel the need to state that you are a "Redneck" woman, nor will Gretchen Wilson, the writer of such a self-derrogatory composition. In my world, having made a noise never heard before truly defines musical genious, and innovative sonar design. Trying to tweak an LFO knob is the best feeling when you get that crunchy treble sound on your amp, but only to be drained out by insipid lyrics telling me to "leave a knife in your back while you bleed the murder I just put into you". Naming your band after a book will make you no better than you're not. For instance, having a million clones with the word "Bury" in their title, or "Dead" will not make you appeal to the more intellectual listeners who actually pay attention to your never-ending quest of happiness and sorrow drenched-life. Instead you will atract deranged children who had the most happy life anyone could ever want, because their parents work a 5 hour business day at citibank opening up savings accounts for kids like me who will struggle economically through life, these kids will get everything they want in life, even that virtual boy which I will never lay hands on, and these kids will be spoiled and hae their birthday parties thrown at Chuck e Cheeses' and have a clown perform there, and then get a car when they are sixteen, and then their mother will love them and they will never try drugs because daddy said not to. Later in life they will realize that money is no limit and purchase a black hoodie at sears and get really tight expensive jeans at a store called the the Attic in SoHo, where they will die their hail black, comb it to the side, and cry and cry because they have no real friends, only people who want to ride in their Magenta lexus which daddy got for their birthday,(Which blasts from first to last all the time) all the while they begin listening to stupid music like Norma Jean and act like they don't care about who you are, and stop saying cool, and replace it with "Your hair is the sex" and then they discover coldplay and says it's gay, while they face the trials and tribulations of being called gay themselves because of their pants. How original, many of these clones walk around our streets today, and drone and drone with their musi cand how scene it is.