morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Musical Talent .Instant, not Earned! So, I plan on telling the psychotic maternal unit my plans for exiting the state on Wednesday. I know what you're all asking yourselves....."why the fuck hasn't she mentioned this to her maternal unit previously? Shit, she leaves in 4 days." I have a simple answer for this, it's because as her name implies, she is PSYCHOTIC, and because she will no doubt disown me in an effort to guilt trip me into staying. Throwing things at me like, abandonment of my kids(yes, two of them are staying here, their choice, these are not your children, they're well taken care of), abandonment of her 55 year old ass, and irresponsiblity. And she will do this because she's just inundated with mad people skillz yo! I'll tell her Tuesday. I know, I'm laughing at that too, 24 hours notice. I would like to take a second, to rant on musical talent. Now, first off, let me state a few rules. 1. I have 13+ years of musical training and background, as well as extensive knowledge of how music is written and should be performed. I feel I'm qualified to judge this rant. If you don't.....sorry for your luck. Now, having said those two things. Let's being with the current thorn in my side, System of a Down. For those of you not following me, they're a band, or in my opinion, a poor excuse for one. They have no musical talent. Lyrically I suppose they do, since they've rounded up masses of pot smoking, crank addicted people who hate government. But, other than this, there's not one shred of talent in any one of the persons in this band. It's very easy to play polkas, waltzes and circus music. If you have any doubt that's what they play go to WinMX and download their shit. And it is shit! Metallica. See? Look at that, I even gave them their own sentence, with no other words in it, Lars Ulrich's large noggin should be hella pleased with that, yo! Talent? At one time yes, now, not even close, Bucky! I'm sorry folks, but I bought St. Anger. I own it! I've heard it, much to my own dismay. And I strongly feel I should have takn the $24.99 out of my pocket, and wiped my ass with the bills, and shoved the coinage up my ass sideways, I'd have gotten a tinge more satisfaction from that, than from listening to the most poorly written, hastily put together piece of shit ever made. They're on a strict decline folks, jump off the band wagon before you die in it when it crashes into the "has been" ditch. And I don't care how good they were in 1987, they're not good now and voting them MtV Icons was retarded at best. I also heard some idiot claim on TV the other day that hip hop is about living in poverty. So, myself being your standard, run of the mill, "point and laugh" type ranter, I figured I'd look up some lyrics and evaluate them. I know, you're all so excited you're going to piss yourselves. Oh, let me also say, I consider rap, in this definition, cus hip hop is rap folks, terming it otherwise still doesn't change it's cocksucking factor. I will include this evaluation in the next entry. But I find the poverty statment laughable at best. So, it's Saturday today, and I'm 4 days from Zen. Well, actually 5 days from Zen. The bus ride is going to suck a huge set of Donkey nuts with hair and everything. 7:54 a.m. - October 02, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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