Trash-Flavoured Trash
Times are bad, real bad. I was really hoping not to have to write this mellow-harshing Blood Brothers review that I said I might write. It was going to be called “Trash-Flavoured Trash”, and lo and behold, it is. What a sad day. What is
per·ti·nent adj
relevant to the matter being considered
wide-rang·ing adj
1. dealing with a great variety of matters
2. affecting a large number of people or things
Encarta® World English Dictionary © 1999 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Developed for Microsoft by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc.
Just so you know, the World Dictionary inserted itself in there without me doing anything, so I guess now we’re clear on who has rightful ownership of those words. Thank you, Dictionary, for loaning me those words for the duration of this post, as well as putting a firm end to any foolish, copyright-related delusions I may have had regarding ownership and usage of the English language.
Anywhoo, here’s a rundown of my week so far:
Making an assload of money, always- 85%
Horrific dismay- 10%
Bitter disappointment- 5%
I’m going to go ahead and fully utilize the 5% margin of annoyance that the show has provided me with. It’s just incomprehensible to me that, of all places, the city of Los Angeles should be afflicted with this epidemic of mediocre sound. Isn’t this place supposed to be some beacon of excellence when it comes to the technical matters of Light and Sound in the entertainment industry? Out of everywhere in the world, I would think this would be the place where it wouldn’t be hard to get a decent sound guy. Why is it that when I go to see a band at a major venue, I can’t reasonably expect it to sound halfway acceptable? I mean, all I’m asking is that the designated Sound Person for the evening somehow make the band sound decent. It’s not like I’m asking them to slay a dragon with a mythical sword, which they forged with their own bare hands from a rare compound of titanium and ground up fairy skeletons. NO. Jesus. Just make it sound good, OK? Please? Or even “not like ass” would be an improvement. Thanks.
Moreover, I thought the general vibe in the music industry right now was that we’re actively trying to get away from The Manufactured Pop Product That Everyone Is Sick Of Anyways, and more into the territory of Live Bands. I hate to be an asshole, but when everything sounds like a gigantic pile of ass, well, that’s going to seriously impede the alleged sweet return of rock and roll, and bullshit Money Rock will continue to prevail. God, I’m getting so annoyed just thinking about this now. I had this idea that this write-up should be way longer and a lot more comprehensive, but I’m totally running out of steam on this topic. So in conclusion, let’s all join forces in the noble fight against shitty sound. Motivation, people!
In other, unrelated news, I was kind of bummed to find out recently that this girl I know is pregnant. And to make matters worse, she's extremely stoked to be having a baby. Normally, if anyone I know gets pregnant I’m like, “Haha! Better you than me, jackass!” But for some reason this particular piece of news made me feel like complete shit. Or, to be more precise, it made me feel like there was some huge point that I was missing. A lot of people I went to school with (let’s call them “my peers”) have been getting engaged/married/pregnant recently, further heightening my growing sense of alienation from the vast majority of these people. “My peers”, I mean. It’s like they belong to some society, and you only get to be a member if you care about shit like working at a law firm, and being engaged to someone who works at another law firm, and preferably makes more money than you do. And then you can get Platinum Membership at this society if you’re able to provide proof of Golf Club Patronage and or/Yacht Ownership. So basically, I don’t even want to be in their shitty club, because it’s full of accountants and their boring fiancés, but I’m still annoyed not to be included. But still, let’s hope everything works out great for Pregnant Girl, because it would be totally uncool to wish something bad on a person that hasn't even been born yet. Yes, only the Unborn are safe from my anger and bitterness.
In further unrelated news, I attended the Eagle And Talon and Pity Party show last night. I’d arranged to meet some people at the show, and this was successfully accomplished. I also saw a bunch of people I knew but didn’t really want to talk to right then, and I cunningly managed to avoid having to deal with them face-to-face. So on the whole, the night was a resounding success. I rule!
/ jt |$| vb \
Labels: blood brothers, eagle and talon, mediocre sound, The Manufactured Pop Product That Everyone Is Sick Of Anyways, the pity party, the unborn
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