What's the deal with people who walk around saying "Oh my god! Look at that masterpiece?" when it's just some random shit splattered on a giant piece of canvas?
Modern art. Modern art is a square divided into 4 secions. Each section has the same exact picture in it (someone's ugly-assed face) except each section is coloured differently. Holy shit, now, I might pee my pants at the unimaginable genius of this masterpiece! I'll take it for four million dollars!
Why should anyone care how much someone busted their ass to make something? If it still sucks in the end, why should anyone want it? Take metal for example.
I was talking to someone about what kinds of music he likes. He said he loved metal and I said "Eh... I'm not really into it all that much," He comes back with "But metal takes the most talent to make out of any music out there!"
Really? I care. Go away. Who cares how hard anyone worked on some shit-assed song that makes my ears ring in pain. Some dude screaming distorted lyrics with a bunch of aimless-screechy guitar notes going everywhere! And the drums usually suck too.
He gave me an example of one of his songs that he likes so much. It was called "Shitting Out My Ass," by "w3 sUCk10293847565647382910." It was exactly like I said it would be.
You want real music? Try techno. Something that actually has a beat or a tune or decipherable lyrics.
You want real bands? Gorillaz. Bjork. Beck. Moby. Daft Punk. Group X. Five Iron Frenzy (no, I'm not a Christian, ska, or punk fanatic. I just randomly like how they sound). Check some of those out.
Anyway, back to this conversation with the guy. He likes stuff because people worked so hard to make it. When I told him I didn't give a shit he said, "You obviously don't play an instrument," Hey! I played drums for a little while. So I go over to his house that's 2000 miles away and shove his noise-maker--err...guitar up his ass. Then I force-feed him every last one of his shitty CDs. By then he's bleeding out his mouth, so I finish him off by rolling his fat-assed amplifier onto his chest. It crushed his puny ribs and punctured his heart and lungs.
Then, to make sure he was dead, I blew his brains out.
~Effort is useless if you're still going to suck.~
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