A MEGATONIC JOURNEY WITH JOEE ADAMS
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
  Hoods on Peregrine
To save me the time in rambling on in a clichesc typical me metaphorical context, I'm qutie simply going to state that.. " Yes, I am currently pissed off".. Yesterday, I was walking to work and to set the scenario.. I live in a fairly rural downtown area far from schools or any type of plausible or typical family living structures. And what I saw on every corner ( besides the bums, drug dealers, and businessmen, all of which seemed to be carrying cell phones by the way ) were these posses of young maybe 11 or 12 imperegrine hoods /would be trouble makers and car thiefs if only they could see over the steering wheel calmly mosying around in a typical " Hey, I'm a bad-ass" fashion. Now at the time I was wearing an old Led Zeppelin T- Shirt, and when I finally got up the balls, hid my wallet and took out my pepper spray.... (Hey, I didn't wanna get jacked yo!!!) to walk past these little ghetto hell minions..I guess the leader , or most ballsiest of the bunch came up to me and said.. "Nice T-shirt... fag". Now at the time, I should have been thinking of some type of come back befitting this 12 year old jail bait punk piece of indiscrescent shit, but instead all I could do was stare blankly at the kid, followed almost immediatly after with a dismayed " what the fuck¿". The what the fucking meaning, when I was a kid, fuck I wouldn't dream of saying that to somebody my age, not because I was scared of an ass kicking I got them in school anyway, but because.. you just didn't fucking say that.. it was a typical respect your elders type deal.. So after I reguragtated my nuts from my throat and calmed down a little bit, I walked on and silently assesed the situation...

A) Was walking to work.. then
B) Got my Zeppelin T-Shirt heckled by a eleventeen year old 3 - Pac..?

It took me several minutes to conjure up a breif explanation of said events, and as much as it KILLS me to say this, I have to blame it on the music.. Now before you fucking jump off your couch slanging and swinging fists, hear me out... I don't blame the Artists, the clothing style of culture.. or any quasi stereo- typical bullshit like that, but what I do blame is the context in which it's so formally being mass media driven by.. this new sort of " Have to be hard to be heard" motto induced by the dreaded Urban MTV Generation.. It's bullshit, it's pre-packaged culturism summed up with chaos and mayhem leaving kids with nothing to believe in but " The hard life" that's so commonly revered as being "real" these days. I guess Lester said it best with..

"Almost all current music is worthless. Very simply, it has no soul. It is fraudulent, and so are the mechanisms which perpetuate the lie that anybody else finds it vital enough to do more than consume and file or 'collect' (be the first on your block). New Wave has terminated in thudding hollow Xeroxes of poses that aren't even annoying anymore. Rap is nothing, or not enough. Jazz does not exist as a musical form with anything new to say. And the rest of rock is recycling various formulae forever. I don't know what I am going to write about - music is the only thing in the world I really care about - but I simply cannot pretend to find anything compelling in the choice between pap and mud."

Amen brotha,

What ever happened to geniuity, and the pursuit of making something that made people feel good that also presented a positive message... the old " Life is shit, but fuck it let's rock'n'roll" routine, it's dead and so are most of it's followers and believers, and all that's left are it's dying ideologies and attempted regurgatations. It makes me fucking sick...

P.S

Hey 3- Pac.. Zeppelin rules... fag!
 

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