Well, since you asked...

In my feedback for this Blog, a main flaw in my writing was a lack of it. A lack of 'flavaa', my own twist, my take, my feelings boiled down and squished in to a Blog.
Although sometimes I feel like I should divulge and engage in making this Blog my own I can never bring myself  to actually do it.

This Blog is a piss in the ocean. A memory of a passing electron under an electron microscope, making it's way back to Pluto for the fourth time this second. Something so small and shitty I just want to end its measly existence and quench the small hypnotic heaves of its infinitesimally tiny lungs by crushing the life out of its chest. "What an ignominious end that would be."

Sure I could tell you what I think about Ms Redmond and her advice debacle, I could give you opinion on gay marriages, I could rant about KONY2012, I could tell you stories about Peter Pan, and the Wizard of Oz - there's a dirty old man. But you know what? I won't. I couldn't care less about what you (the reader) thinks about what I think, and I know you feel the same. Why deny that? It's like love.

A friend is reviewing music on her blog. It's been viewed over 1000 times last I asked and I assume it's growing (as things tend to on the internet) exponentially.
Let me say those words to you again.

Reviewing.

Music.

She's reviewing music. Now before I start, I've explained how I feel to her, and we agree to disagree so I'm not going behind anyone's back. BUT WHY FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK WOULD ANYONE READ A FUCKING REVIEW ON MUSIC?

ARGH! I can't comprehend the lack-mindedness that one must possess to want to read a fucking music review. There are too many words coming out of my head write now that I'm finding it hard to type, but let it be known that I think that is the stupidest shit in the world.

Music seems to me to be the one thing that cannot be held down by description. It's like reviewing fingerprints or snowflakes or grains of fucking sand. It's all different and intangible, unless you are telling me what notes were sung and what chords were struck and what beat was drummed (but who would read that either?)

Why not listen to the music online? Buy a CD? Go to a concert? Anything but read a review. All you are doing is fueling a bunch of wasters who go and trip on acid while they "dig the tunes" and blurt out some opinionated bullshit on whether they thought a band had a "good vibe" and whether they were "going off" or not.

I have different music taste to you, you to me, from him to her, from them to those. No one likes the same shit. If you happen upon people who do like the same music, hang out with them, listen to some CDs, watch some filmclips, buy old records but who goes and reads some fucking reviews on bands you like.

A car review: good handling, reliable, fuel efficient, mechanically sounds, 4 year warranty.
A music review: Yeah these guys really rock live, vocal melodies were sick and all the instruments really complemented each other, I really recommend checking these guys out.

Of course they complemented each other, you fruit-n-nut-bar... it's a fucking band. That's what they do. Unless you are Johnny Cash, David Gilmour or fucking Tchaikovsky I could not give a rat's ass what you thought of some shit hole band from no where going no where, that played at Wankfest on Saturday.


THERE. Like any good self-confessed hypocrite I've done what I said I wouldn't, and it was not a pleasant experience for me, you nor any other poor person who unfortunately stumbled upon this.

You never really wanted my opinion on anything, but now you know it.