Non specific bitter rant about music today

I was going to have a go at a specific band, how fucked they are, how I don’t get it, how I hate the way they carry themselves, how they are like the watered down diarrhea of Franz, how they have nothing to say, how they should learn to fucking sing cos it’s an actual skill you fuck and competent is not good enough,…but I won’t. I hope that band well. Yeah, I hope they become huge.

But I’m sick of this shit. I remember when you would get beaten up for being in a rock band. How playing guitar in the face of electronica rock of Magoo and Alex Lloyd was a tour of duty, and cutting edge art. When local bands ambitions were to make a record as good as Deserter’s Songs, and not “internationalizing” (an actual word!) and getting a manager in the industry.

When did it all revert?? When did dressing like a band make you a band? Playing music together makes you a band. And nothing else. The only way to act like a band is to be holding instruments at the same time as someone.

I’m really sick of it. I hope guitar rock of all sorts dies in the fucking arse again, so I can enjoy being a contemporary music fan again. Right now, new music seems like a turd lying in my drink.

The Climber

by Neil Finn

Beside me now are strangers to my eyes
They might be getting crazy might be wise
we’re stranded either way
in such a lonely place
i’m looking out for you among the flies
that wait in line
for days on end

i try to reach the top most every day
in hope i turn my face upto the sky
the cover hangs so low
is see no sign of life
nothing springs to mind
among the flies that wait in line for days on end
and nights so cold it’s always so intense

and here we are
there’s a smile between us and its going on

you and me have always gotten through
anyone can tell you that it’s true
you feel it every time you drive away from home
the headlights hypnotise
and they take you off towards the sea
into the night you run away
with thoughts you cannot hide

The Body

The body just laid there cold as a stone
I stared at the floor to pretend I’m alone
She’s explaining to the children I barely know
How a body can lay there without it’s soul

I wonder where I can buy funeral clothes
As I sit on a train and cry on my own
I don’t believe in heaven so there’s no place to go
So the body will lay there without it’s soul