Music: Theivery Corporation - Lebanese Blond - Garden State OST
Mood: Not Sure...
There's a reason why the band "Our Lady Peace" sucks, and my argument primarly hinges upon this guy I met Freshman year named Matt. He was from Buffalo, strapped and packing these ginormous brown Doc Martin boots, one pair of cargo pants he wore every single day, and the same rotation of three shirts (a polo shirt with a collar, one of those racist Abercrombie tees, and one of those my cock is huge novelty shirts from like Jimmy's Tavern in Kenosha). It wasn't so much how this guy dressed though, it was the fact that he made it a point to tell me about how much he loved Our Lady Peace, after a mere 20 seconds of chatting. The very first conversation I had with him was in my Rhetoric A class, and he instantly gravitated towards me during the get-to-know-everyone phase (I think this is because I was wearing a wrist-cuff). In any case, he introduced himself, which I naturally reciprocated. After an awkward moment of silence, he blurts the line:
"So do you listen to music?"
"Yeah."
"Like what?"
"Umm...lots of stuff, mostly rock...you?"
"Dude, I just saw Our Lady Peace two weeks ago...wicked amazing man!"
"Ah..."
"Hell yeah man, they changed my life!"
"I see..."
"Uh huh!"
"Okay..."
"You should come by sometime man, I got all their CD's, should check it out yo!"
"Sure thing buddy..."
So, now I have taken some liberties with the above conversation, although the majority is there. But, my point is simple: Our Lady Peace and all of its fans can stick it. Reason being, their music is generic and borders on the line of Creed. We all know how I feel about Creed (Scott Stapp in particular) so its no suprise that this band is on my shit-list. When your seminal track is called Somewhere Out There, about a lovestricken dude who's searching for a girl thats lost amidst the backdrop of society, and this bozo cannot decipher where his lady is no matter how hard he strains his eyes, its no wonder they're hurting for work. There is absolutley nothing original about it. The composition is bland, the guitars are stale, the singer sounds like he's auditioning for a Busch Light commercial, and nothing about their music is noteworthy, except that its really corny. Having a guy like Matt, with his not-so-cool spikey eastcoast haircut, bad breath, pimples, and those really minty shirts, introduce me to a band of this variety did not help their status in my eyes. I had heard of them before, but never really gave them a legitimate look. Matt only sealed my perception of him and his almighty rockband in one fell swoop.
It's not that Matt is a bad guy. He's actually a decent person at the core, just one that's blinded by shitty radio-rock. Our Lady Peace are the epitome of sell-outs: guys that gave up on 'the dream' years ago when they found out they could still get laid without writing their own lyrics, instead giving the work to gay twenty-something American Idol wipeouts who work for PCP.
I'm done.
Mood: Not Sure...
There's a reason why the band "Our Lady Peace" sucks, and my argument primarly hinges upon this guy I met Freshman year named Matt. He was from Buffalo, strapped and packing these ginormous brown Doc Martin boots, one pair of cargo pants he wore every single day, and the same rotation of three shirts (a polo shirt with a collar, one of those racist Abercrombie tees, and one of those my cock is huge novelty shirts from like Jimmy's Tavern in Kenosha). It wasn't so much how this guy dressed though, it was the fact that he made it a point to tell me about how much he loved Our Lady Peace, after a mere 20 seconds of chatting. The very first conversation I had with him was in my Rhetoric A class, and he instantly gravitated towards me during the get-to-know-everyone phase (I think this is because I was wearing a wrist-cuff). In any case, he introduced himself, which I naturally reciprocated. After an awkward moment of silence, he blurts the line:
"So do you listen to music?"
"Yeah."
"Like what?"
"Umm...lots of stuff, mostly rock...you?"
"Dude, I just saw Our Lady Peace two weeks ago...wicked amazing man!"
"Ah..."
"Hell yeah man, they changed my life!"
"I see..."
"Uh huh!"
"Okay..."
"You should come by sometime man, I got all their CD's, should check it out yo!"
"Sure thing buddy..."
So, now I have taken some liberties with the above conversation, although the majority is there. But, my point is simple: Our Lady Peace and all of its fans can stick it. Reason being, their music is generic and borders on the line of Creed. We all know how I feel about Creed (Scott Stapp in particular) so its no suprise that this band is on my shit-list. When your seminal track is called Somewhere Out There, about a lovestricken dude who's searching for a girl thats lost amidst the backdrop of society, and this bozo cannot decipher where his lady is no matter how hard he strains his eyes, its no wonder they're hurting for work. There is absolutley nothing original about it. The composition is bland, the guitars are stale, the singer sounds like he's auditioning for a Busch Light commercial, and nothing about their music is noteworthy, except that its really corny. Having a guy like Matt, with his not-so-cool spikey eastcoast haircut, bad breath, pimples, and those really minty shirts, introduce me to a band of this variety did not help their status in my eyes. I had heard of them before, but never really gave them a legitimate look. Matt only sealed my perception of him and his almighty rockband in one fell swoop.
It's not that Matt is a bad guy. He's actually a decent person at the core, just one that's blinded by shitty radio-rock. Our Lady Peace are the epitome of sell-outs: guys that gave up on 'the dream' years ago when they found out they could still get laid without writing their own lyrics, instead giving the work to gay twenty-something American Idol wipeouts who work for PCP.
I'm done.
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