How I imagine bad records are born
Don’t you hate it when you buy a new CD b/c you really love one song and then you get it and it has like four good songs and 9 shitty songs? And the songs you like you really like, but the songs you dislike you really hate? Like, what was going on? Did the band get lazy? Did they get rock amnesia? Did they get lame disease? Okay, I will admit that the last one was pretty lame by any standards. I apologize.
And how does one get rock amnesia? One minute your band is really rocking out, and then all of a sudden and out of the blue like you forget how to play anything except Coldplay or Limp Bizkit (I guess that would depend on your genre, which band you would start to play). I mean, you are rocking out, and then all of a sudden you look at the drummer and say, “hey, let’s try rocking it like Coheed and Cambria, that would be cool”. That is when you find a new band, by the way. Cause you’re mediocrity is sealed in one of those giant Tupperware containers that lady used to keep her kids in to keep them children for ever on Erie Indiana. If you just got that reference, you are truly an awesome person and should be given mad props. (more…)