WARNING: VERY ANGRY POST
Right, I feel it necessary to clarify how I feel about Muse. This is not anything like what I went through as a teenager about Metallica or Aerosmith.
Seeing Muse play live is like a religious experience. The man made world is basically pretty beige and shit but then Muse play and a wonderful world of beauty and awe springs into being.
Mankind is still creating magnificent things - that's what listening to Muse tells me. It's not past with the death of Oscar Wilde, not everything has turned to shit with the stupid insipid Beatles and lame as fuck Pink Floyd. Disinterested, heartrending beauty is still being produced in the modern world, doesn't that just totally shake your world? It does mine.
It's dangerous though. That music speaks to me and says fuck the normal lame-o life, fuck a miserable day job and routine, beauty exists, revel in it.
That's how profoundly the music of Muse speaks to me and down right nearly shouts at me when I see them play live. I want to start a revolution right then and there.
Now, on to the Lame Cunts part of this little rant. Excluding the Mooneys (that includes you, Nick big time) everyone I know is a lame cunt. I'm absolutely sick to death with being surrounded by lame cunts. How do people lives with themselves being so prematurely middle aged and dull?
No one has any fight in them. No one has a single fucking ounce of passion. Everyone is completely brainwashed by the media and CAN'T FUCKING SEE IT. It drives me round the twist.
Sex has been completely corrupted by porn. Relationships have been completely fucked by Bridget Jones and Sex and the City. Friendships have been murdered by the same programmes. Everything needs to fit into categories now. We are living a cocksucking sociology lesson.
My emotional response to Muse is overblown, over dramatic, extreme and real. Fucking real, dammit. I'm sick of being fed the way I am supposed to react to things. FUCK THAT!!! Too many people are sucked in by this shit. Everyone I know in fact, bar the Mooneys. Why are we Mooneys so resilient to this? I really don't know.
Isn't it a difficult and lonely life when everyone has been brainwashed except you?
(Nick, you're lucky to have your kids untainted on your side of things.)
Friday, 11 September 2009
Oddness
Do you consider yourself odd? No? Me neither. I don't think many people do but I've been called odd on many occasions and by many people. Maybe I am odd.
What is odd though? How do you define odd without defining normal? Ever tried defining normal? It never works.
My favourite band, Muse, are generally considered odd. Certainly Q Magazine likes to get in a froth about the gorgeous Matt Bellamy being odd, but they're still one of the biggest, most popular bands in the world. So surely, being odd doesn't mean being unpopular. Well, it does in my case apparently, but let's not dwell.
I had a friend come to stay with me at the beginning of the week and I got the impression that he thought Brighton was an odd place. Being from Birmingham I suppose he's used to things being useful and practical rather than beautiful and a pain in the arse (no pun intended).
We certainly have some people that would be classes as odd by others and we do have shops that sell nothing but cup cakes or fashion for dogs which is probably unusual, but odd?
There are negative connotations with 'odd'. My mum says people don't like me coz I'm odd. No one would say I was 'unusual' in that context, would they now. No, they'd say 'odd'.
So what makes something odd rather than just unusual? Where does the negativity come from?
I think people who queue up to get into Yates or Walkabout are odd so maybe there's a touch of distaste in finding something odd. Even weird is better than odd, I think. I'll certainly admit that my beloved Muse are weird but I'd never say they were odd. There's almost something cool and interesting about weird, but not odd.
Odd is distasteful and something to be avoided. That last sentence sounds odd, it stops too abruptly or something.
So, all I can really conclude about oddness is that it's like weirdness but with a touch of distaste added in it becomes something negative rather than interesting.
How odd.
What is odd though? How do you define odd without defining normal? Ever tried defining normal? It never works.
My favourite band, Muse, are generally considered odd. Certainly Q Magazine likes to get in a froth about the gorgeous Matt Bellamy being odd, but they're still one of the biggest, most popular bands in the world. So surely, being odd doesn't mean being unpopular. Well, it does in my case apparently, but let's not dwell.
I had a friend come to stay with me at the beginning of the week and I got the impression that he thought Brighton was an odd place. Being from Birmingham I suppose he's used to things being useful and practical rather than beautiful and a pain in the arse (no pun intended).
We certainly have some people that would be classes as odd by others and we do have shops that sell nothing but cup cakes or fashion for dogs which is probably unusual, but odd?
There are negative connotations with 'odd'. My mum says people don't like me coz I'm odd. No one would say I was 'unusual' in that context, would they now. No, they'd say 'odd'.
So what makes something odd rather than just unusual? Where does the negativity come from?
I think people who queue up to get into Yates or Walkabout are odd so maybe there's a touch of distaste in finding something odd. Even weird is better than odd, I think. I'll certainly admit that my beloved Muse are weird but I'd never say they were odd. There's almost something cool and interesting about weird, but not odd.
Odd is distasteful and something to be avoided. That last sentence sounds odd, it stops too abruptly or something.
So, all I can really conclude about oddness is that it's like weirdness but with a touch of distaste added in it becomes something negative rather than interesting.
How odd.
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