Scintillating Stimulations of My Mind

This is just a rather random notebook of any thoughts I might have while surfing the internet or something like that...I forge--oooh look! Fruit. Anyways...enjoy this rather brilliant masterpiece. *sleeps*

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Location: Dhaka, Bangladesh

Warrior-poet, 1337, legend. These are but a handful of names recently given to me by my peers. Worshipped in certain tribes in the Amazon and Guatemala, I am the very embodiment of awesome in this (and most others) plane of existence.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Beethoven would be spinning in his grave if he wasn't deaf!

Music...the universal art form for which lies infinite translations and limitless boundaries. The only form of communication [sans Mathematics] that transcends the limited boundaries of language and race. One merely has to harken to the acceptance of Rock "Devil Music" and the many international fans of aritsts such as A R Rahman and Utada Hikaru to bear witness to this fact. Artists like U2, The Beatles, Dio, Iron Maiden, Santana, Led Zeppelin,etc [need I go on?] has constantly redefined the music genre and paved waves of acceptance by even the most frigid of soccer moms.

Then what the hell happened?

After the advent and subsequent death of 'Old School' Hip-hop music, the music industry seems to have been ravaged by the titanic and apocalyptic sound vibrations of Britney Spears and posers like 50 Cent and [eerrgghh] Busted. When shows like Pop/American/Indian/Siberian Idol snatches up ratings and fans by the millions, one knows that something is definitely messed up. Even good musicians like Travis and Matchbox 20 and Tool seem to have disappeared into the woodwork and seemingly kissed the soft lips of music goodbye. And the music industry blames piracy for their loss in revenue. The head-honchos of the music industry who formulate such ear-cripplingly plans for world domination should be dragged out into the streets and flogged to within an inch of their lives with a slightly oversized microphone...the microphone of their own undoing, in conjunction with the wires of their utter flaccid egos for the greedy milking of this glorious element called music.

I swear, if I hear one more three man boy-band strumming along with their guitars and sporting hairstyles that seem to defy and break all laws of decency...someone is gonna get stabbed in the eye!

Caio.

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