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| | This is the first song for your mixtape |
She's like buying a pack of cigarettes.
You eagerly await yourself in line, frantically going through your disheveled wallet to gather up your last couple of bucks. You're just a few minutes away from a smokey pleasure, the smell, the taste, the texture...all worth compromising eleven minutes of your life.
The bright, seducing ads claim "an extraordinary smoking experience" and demonstrates countless having fun, yet you turn your head to read the notable disclaimers about the horrors a tiny piece of paper with a plant inside of it can cause. Yet you're still a vacuous slave to the Tobacco industry. You know it'll be the untimely death of you, and you're more than well aware of its risks, but the transient five minute pleasure outweighs the future lifetime of drudgery.
You can say the same exact thing about women; you get mixed signals.
On one hand you know the disclaimers are you intuition; the one who you should trust. "This girl isn't worth it", "she's using me", "she'll be gone in months, why invest my time in her?" These are just a few of the thoughts from men about women, but the cigarette, the short term satisfaction is all we lust after, not sex, but that accompaniment that makes us complete. | | Tags: girls, rant, cigarette, smoking, smoke, wakeupblondie |
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| | ATTN: Anamericangod |
Although you're a mere 1000 miles away and I have no connection to you minus the ever-so-wonderful internet, your writing (style) has been my biggest influence. Some may call it creepy, but i call it relativity. Knowing that it's some third-party blog is amazing. no publishers, no middle-man, just typed from some dude's computer in bufu Georgia is all the reassurance i need. I can't express how many times I've paralleled you in 'real' life.
You're incomplete sentences, fellow Park-fanboy-ism, and whimsical lyric related blog titles are enough to spark that motivation in me. | |
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| | An open letter to Mr. Lacey |
ATTN: Jesse Lacey
Brand New is a group of pompous, overrated assholes, but still I’m a sucker for their music. You, my dear reader, are probably asking yourself “what the fuck, you contradicting moron, how do you have audacity to make a statement like this?” I shall riddle you in this whimsical essay.
A band’s progression towards the better is an automatic attention-getter, as is should be. Hard work, devotion, and touring beyond humanly possible are surefire ways to gain notoriety in the scene, actually were, R.I.P. the scene.The drastic sweep from the angst filled pop-punk staple, Your Favorite Weapon, full of witty break-up songs, intelligently put metaphors for “fuck you, back stabbing girlfriend”, and pseudo-acoustic ballads, to one of the most defining albums on the 21st century, Deja Entendu put Brand New on the road to underground stardom. This emotional powerhouse of an album encompasses every element in the realm of emo, pop-punk, acoustic, and at times, indefinable genres. Setting the standard for bands to come, and as a heavily cited influence, Deja Entendu became an instant classic.
I’m not denying the fact that Brand New played an important role in the early 00’s east coast scene formation, but where did the heartfelt, genuine band that we all grew up with go? They’re still here, playing sold-out shows in notorious venues, wearing flannel, and aggrandizing Kevin Devine’s (mediocre) playing abilities. What were once lyrics of passion, relativity, and genuine emotion have been replaced with abstract, intangible, overly philosophical lyrics that diminished the connection between the sweaty fans in the front clinching onto Lacey’s mic. Now, the lyrics fall short of a failed Shakespeare rip off, as if Lacey is trying to out-intellect his fans, and place him on a pedestal where there is this vague mystery about his lines. Of course part of lyrics is to interpret them, but lines such as ” This ship went down in sight of land, And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?” are so abstract, there is little room to interpret. Circa 2003 lyrics are powerful, genuine, “oh, this is also happening to me” feeling, including “I'm sinking like a stone in the sea, I'm burning like a bridge for your body.”
So please, feel free to leave snide comments, I could c-c-c-care less. I love Brand New, but why they’re idolized on AP is befuddling, they’re a talented pop-punk/ whatevergenreitisnowadays band at best. Jesse Lacey is not a songwriting god, I guess it’s the hype that wouldn’t die, what’s the fascination with this band? They’re not the next Radiohead, they’re not reinventing the wheel.
P.S. Mr. Lacey- Please give me my $1 back, as well 5,000 or so other fans. You can’t steal thousands of dollars from your fans. Hope you bought some good flannel shirts, a nice beard trimmer, and built upon your laughable ego. Maybe if you were Stephen Jenkins I could understand, but you’re not.
Love, your (Pre- TDAGARIOM) fan  | | Tags: Brand, new, jesse, lacey, open, letter, rant, overrated |
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| | Something I call personality |
I'm a grade A asshole, and USDA approved.
Do you ever get that spark to change after a constructive comment towards you? I do. It last about a day or two, but I'll succumb to my old self, and relapse into my nasty, self- destructive habits.
Light up a new joint, reach for the next bottle.
I feel as if i always run away from my problems with relationships in general. I'll fill the void with something that further digs the hole, I'm only prolonging my desire to repair these friendships.
Sure, it might not all be on me, but i welcome criticism. I love it, i endorse it, it's one of my best friends. Weird, I know, kind of fucked up to live like this, right? I hardly hand out criticism, but i go begging to people for it.
They say the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one. I admitted it 7 or 8 years ago, and it's stayed sedentary. If anything, it's gotten worse. Saying it's my personality would be a cop out, and using medication would be an artificial way. There has to be a median, what is it? | |
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| | Input |
| Hello folk of AP.net. My Blog has reached 4,500 views, obviously it's getting across. I would just like to know what you guys like/dislike about it, feel feel to hate all you want. I need some constructive criticism. | |
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| | Third Eye Blind- Ursa Major (2009) |
Think back to your childhood; who was your role model or idol? Every person thirty-something and under will always hold a special place in their heart for the 90’s, one of the most changing and innovative times of the millennium. We saw everything from the rise of the internet to the stint of High School massacres. While the Boy Band trend was polluting every major radio station, the Seattle grunge scene was on its demise, and the emo movement was still in full force (Jimmy Eat World, Saetia, Sunny Day Real Estate, etc.), silently sweeping grimy clubs in Washington D.C. to packed arena in L.A., Third Eye blind was on the rise, soon to be one of the most memorable and influential bands of the 90’s.
Saying that Third Eye Blind is the biggest musical influence on me would already be stating the obvious. Of course this review will be full of bias, I grew up listening to this band; they’re here to stay. Unfortunately, the band has a stigma of being a “one hit wonder”, due to the large commercial success of “Semi-charmed life.” What the mainstream doesn’t know is that underneath the poppy “do do do’s” and catchy chord progression, a violent addiction to crystal meth is discussed. There are millions of copies of their 1997 self-titled release, half of which wasting away, collecting dust in hole-in-the-wall discount record stores. Their most recent effort, Ursa Major, will be that Pledge cleaner to remove the dust on their reputation, and bring Third Eye Blind back.
Third Eye Blind has countless fair-weather fans, claiming to “love” them, but alas, only has “Semi-Charmed Life” on their ipod. It was challenging to watch their performance, thirty-something drunk couples were mumbling the words to one, maybe to song. There were twenty, at most, die-hard fans in the room, Pouring their heart out in songs such as “Motorcycle Drive-by” and “The Background”, as they were a mere ten feet from their idols. No further preamble or introduction needed, if you’re a true fan, stop reading. Please go buy Ursa Major, you won’t regret it.
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| | Maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares |
Relationships are fragile, almost too fragile. It makes me think if there is a point, sure it might be fun or make you feel good about yourself for awhile, but after a couple months, don't you just find yourself singing along to another New Found Glory break up song, like it's your life?
This happens to often. | |
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| | On Letting Go |
I put out my last drag as I reach for my inhaler.
I'm such a hypocrite. | |
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| | Daisy: Not as girl as it sounds |
For a band that shaped my music taste, it's hard to keep an honest ear open when listening to them. After spending years with a masterpiece such as Deja Entendu, it's going to be a little hard to give Daisy an unbiased listen without years of nostalgia overwhelming me, but here goes nothing, I'm doing.
I think this might be the pinnacle of reviews I've written thus far. Daisy embodies everything Brand New has ventured onto musically and lyrically as a band, I'll post it in a couple of days.
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| | All Time Stereotypegirls |
| You know, she's the girl All Time Low and New Found Glory write song after song about. She's kind of like a cigarette, i keep coming back to her when i know it's not good for me. | | Tags: girls, rant, fuck, |
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| | | All Time Ex- Music elitist |
All Time Low is a love/hate band. I used to be a hater. I would be the prototypical music elitist/ snob; you know, the type that shuns modern pop-punk music while bragging about being a Neutral Milk Hotel fan. While I still have my roots in Death Cab For Cutie, Radiohead, and Thursday, I'm not looking for music to be reinventing the wheel; Sometimes it's all about fun. When it's a warm Saturday night and you're rolling around with your best friends in your car with the windows down, you're not looking for a revolutionary CD such as Radiohead's OK Computer. You're not looking for a depressing, lamenting voice about the struggle of the human race. In my case, I'm just looking to have fun. Simple, upbeat powerchords, and sappy lyrics will encourage hand claps rather than self-loathing.
Go support an energetic, deserving band such as All Time Low.
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| | Great Expectations |
It seems my friends and I tend to talk about plans for the future and goals we want to achieve. Once we obtain those, what will be left to talk about?
We were always waiting...always waiting.
We were always waiting for something to happen. | |
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| | Standing on the Edge of Summer |
She said, "Don't be anxious! Just enjoy life and always wear a smile." I aptly replied with a smile and the obligatory "I'll try."
Some people are just oblivious to others' problems and spew out pep talks left and right full of loaded words. Do you think I choose to live like this? Do I do this for my own enjoyment and entertainment? That would be pretty fucked up if I did, but unfortunately, there's a medical disorder I have; anxiety. It's like if I were to say, "Don't have diabetes!" There's only so much you can do, until it reaches a point of a total shutdown.
Contrary to scientific theories, anxiety is using nothing built upon nothing after nothing, but somehow matter appears. I idolize Max Bemis not only for his vivid lyrics and superior singer-songwriter abilities, but for his openness of anxiety disorder and bi-polar. We're often scared of one another, telling someone these things would only make it worse. For now, I shall live vicariously through Mr. Bemis.
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| | When I fly solo, I fly so high. |
| Do you ever have those days where you don't feel like talking to a living soul? I have those more than most people. Phone's off, facebook chat is offline, texts ignored, all for no apparent reason. Anxiety's the biggest cause, but I don't the root. | |
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