I like to bitch
I know a kid. This kid likes music. We all like music... that's why you're reading this, right? Well, if you like music then you should know about a little music festival they call Bonnaroo. The kid I was talking about earlier has. He told me that he's "pumped to see Bright Eyes and Death Cab." Now, I see nothing wrong with that. Conor Oberst has got some great lyrics and I dig Gibbard's voice... But my problem was that he's paying over two hundred dollars and the only bands he can't miss are Bright Eyes and Death Cab. I asked him who else he wanted to see and he told me his only real priorities were Bright Eyes and Death Cab.... maybe Steel Train. Okay... so we've got Radiohead, Devendra Banhart, Tom Petty, Elvis Costello, Beck, Bela Fleck, Buddy Guy, Robert Randolph, Les Claypool, Medeski Martin & Wood, Stephen Malkmus, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, and on and on and on.... but all this guy paid his money for are two bands?This is the same guy who when I showed him Belle & Sebastian, immediately bought a poster. Bob Dylan is brought up in conversation, buys another poster. Someone talks about how amazing Sigur Ros is, buys another poster. I talk to him about these artists when I see all his new posters and he doesn't know what to even say.
So we've got a wall of names that we don't know. We've got a wall full of names that we never rushed back home to read about, hear about, blast out. We've never seen their faces. Why are they on the fucking wall? Why are their names regurgitated out when someone asks "what do you listen to?"
Answer truthfully. Nobody likes a liar. Liking bad music is a forgiveable offense. Pretending that you like a band because it's hip to like that band... just pisses me off.
Sorry for the angry rant, but I'm an angry person.
