|Youre fired! [letting myself go]
||[Apr. 6th, 2006|01:58 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||the new and not all that great morrizzey album||]|
I want to loose it all down the cracks of a grate in the street, and want to feel it slip away without getting on my knees to retrieve it. I want to be new in a strange place, and meet people who are new just like me. Putting there teenage years behind them.
I’m tired of the new wave it‘s to exhausting and goth rock is to easily caricatured. Punk is to ignorant, black metal is… well… it will probably damn my soul. Synth conveys to little non-robotic emotion and the folk singer conveys to many. Indiepop/rock is to depressingly independent, the industrial scene is to plastic and I know all the glam rock legends in and out. To free myself I tried falling in love with some real rock and roll (I had fallen a sleep with my TV on while watching Cry Baby when it came to me) but what I never realised was how many shitt rock and roll songs there are. So I tried some real feinshmecker music and explored some old garage bands.
‘Three out of four boys in tight jeans recommend the Sonics.’ Sight, but girls in tutus don’t.
Hipster 60s/70s/80s New York makes my skin crawl and hip hop I don’t get. I’m dogmatic to the bone and this is what I want from musicians.
From the U.K, Europe, (California)
Post punk energy
Full base and grinding rhythm
No blue jeans
Some electronic elements
Some influences older than two decades
No bullshit/highbrow noise
Sex in the tabloids/Sex in the lyrics/Sex within the band
You may think me silly but this identity crisis is real! Hihi. This is me being a pompous cunt:D