So I'm sitting here trying to come up with something worthwhile to write and it appears that I have some form of writer's block due to a preoccupation with a shitty music recommendation.
No - I'm not sharing who the fuck it is I think blows. All I can say is that it's basically Nickelback with eyeliner and Nikki Sixx haircuts. I don't believe in ripping down bands for no reason, other than the fact that they make me nauseated. I'm annoyed because it was recommended to me by a person I barely know, based on my appearance.
"Hey so like, you should check this band out. Judging by your look, I think you'd like them."
So because I wear a leather jacket and perma-snarl, I'm going to like sell-out mainstream pop-rock? Awesome. Definitely what I was going for.
Judging by the rants on my blog, I don't think that makes any sense.
And there's no way to make this not sound petty.
We are all going to be type-casted. Whether it's in judgement or polite ignorance. This person was just trying to be friendly and find something to start a conversation with me over. They weren't trying to be insulting.
But why is it that little shit like that annoys us? Or maybe it's just me? That it's an insult to be lumped in with mainstream garbage? Oh right, because those who aren't mainstream don't want anything to do with it. It's the reason I don't wear a sweater set everyday. It's not me.
The annoyance would be the possible misrepresentation. Am I putting off the vibe that I support groups that are unoriginal and are based on ripping off those that came before them? That's a legitimate worry I think.
But let me check myself. Bitch, be cool... (Yes, that was a Pulp Fiction reference; for those of you old enough to get it.)
People are going to take us the wrong way, ALL the time. There is no way to control the way in which EVERYONE views us.
And not everyone is going to get who we are and what we stand for. People in general are lumpers. They lump what they see into general categories. Their schema's are most definitely different than our own. What we may put in more isolated categories, they dump into one, if it's not something they're familiar with.
Joe Finance isn't going to know the difference between pop-rock, alternative and hardcore. If it wears black, has a sneer and looks disgruntled; it's all going in one big heap.
So I've now talked myself off of the ledge of annoyance at being type-casted in with a bunch of dudes ripping shit off, left, right and center. (No offense to them.) It's their job; God bless them. As long as I never have to listen to their music again.
Typecasts. They're going to happen and there's nothing we can do about it. Best thing to do is not what I just did and get hung up on it for a half hour. Who fucking cares? Get a hold of yourself. The person misinterpreting you is probably just clinging to strings trying to find some shred of common knowledge to bullshit about. Rather than being a twat and ignoring you or being a prick.
So, I'll put my claws away and quit being a crybaby-emo-turd. It's not flattering, I know.
My inner Billy Corgan is getting pretentious and whiny. I need to go rattle his cage and tell him to shut the fuck up.
Until Tomorrow...
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No - I'm not sharing who the fuck it is I think blows. All I can say is that it's basically Nickelback with eyeliner and Nikki Sixx haircuts. I don't believe in ripping down bands for no reason, other than the fact that they make me nauseated. I'm annoyed because it was recommended to me by a person I barely know, based on my appearance.
"Hey so like, you should check this band out. Judging by your look, I think you'd like them."
So because I wear a leather jacket and perma-snarl, I'm going to like sell-out mainstream pop-rock? Awesome. Definitely what I was going for.
Judging by the rants on my blog, I don't think that makes any sense.
And there's no way to make this not sound petty.
We are all going to be type-casted. Whether it's in judgement or polite ignorance. This person was just trying to be friendly and find something to start a conversation with me over. They weren't trying to be insulting.
But why is it that little shit like that annoys us? Or maybe it's just me? That it's an insult to be lumped in with mainstream garbage? Oh right, because those who aren't mainstream don't want anything to do with it. It's the reason I don't wear a sweater set everyday. It's not me.
The annoyance would be the possible misrepresentation. Am I putting off the vibe that I support groups that are unoriginal and are based on ripping off those that came before them? That's a legitimate worry I think.
But let me check myself. Bitch, be cool... (Yes, that was a Pulp Fiction reference; for those of you old enough to get it.)
People are going to take us the wrong way, ALL the time. There is no way to control the way in which EVERYONE views us.
And not everyone is going to get who we are and what we stand for. People in general are lumpers. They lump what they see into general categories. Their schema's are most definitely different than our own. What we may put in more isolated categories, they dump into one, if it's not something they're familiar with.
Joe Finance isn't going to know the difference between pop-rock, alternative and hardcore. If it wears black, has a sneer and looks disgruntled; it's all going in one big heap.
So I've now talked myself off of the ledge of annoyance at being type-casted in with a bunch of dudes ripping shit off, left, right and center. (No offense to them.) It's their job; God bless them. As long as I never have to listen to their music again.
Typecasts. They're going to happen and there's nothing we can do about it. Best thing to do is not what I just did and get hung up on it for a half hour. Who fucking cares? Get a hold of yourself. The person misinterpreting you is probably just clinging to strings trying to find some shred of common knowledge to bullshit about. Rather than being a twat and ignoring you or being a prick.
So, I'll put my claws away and quit being a crybaby-emo-turd. It's not flattering, I know.
My inner Billy Corgan is getting pretentious and whiny. I need to go rattle his cage and tell him to shut the fuck up.
Until Tomorrow...
Buy Hi, Have You Met Me? on Amazon today! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B009W1M
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan