Thursday, March 3, 2011

I Hate People Episode I

Welcome to a segment I like to call 'I Hate People'. You might be thinking to yourself; "why dear blogger- a segment? This will be short lived for sure". Fear not avid reader, for you are so mistaken you might as well take your head out of your ass right now (anyone looking for a journalist or writer- not only can I employ shoddy grammar, but I also excel at insulting any readers. Email only please).

I was at a party the other night and a group of us (read: the music assholes who feel the need to control the music and by proxy the feel of the party) were hurdled by the iPod dock that was filling the small apartment with totally phat beats. Being the music assholes, we lapsed into conversation concerning, well, music. Obviously. Eventually Taylor Swift came up in conversation and a good friend of mine asked us "Do you think you'd listen to her if she wasn't so attractive?" to which my fellow MAs replied "Yeah, I think she's pretty good because blah blah justification for listening to a whiny 17 year old with a guitar". Personnally, I don't have a problem with TSwift. I think she's a pretty solid singer. But the question was "Do you think you'd still listen to her if she wasn't so attractive"
I HARDLY SEE HOW THAT ENTERS INTO IT.
That would be like saying "Would you love the Mona Lisa if you didn't like the feel of it on your bare, nubile flesh", or asking someone if they enjoyed waterslides for the scenery. No, that is a god damn idiotic question and has nothing to do with anything. Music is-or at least should be- a completely auditory experience. I for one have never found myself thinking "Oh my goodness listen to his voice- IT SOUNDS LIKE HE HAS AN EIGHT PACK HAWT" or "MY GOD THIS IS SO TIGHT, IT BE MAKING MY SLACKS TIGHT IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN".
God I want to fuck so bad

 Okay, so that last one has happened- but only when listening to beats so orgasimingly fresh that I'm forced to my knees in extacy (this is particularly awkward on the bus).
My point I'm so labourosly trying to reach is this- not everything must be related back to the superficiality of  boning one another or stairing blankly at bouncy coeds or sexy guitar players on the beach. That's what porn is for. Lets keep it clean, people.
And that is why I hate people