Elite - Deftones
Rant forthcoming:
Elitism and its many devout followers across this wonderful world of ours deserve nothing short of eternal hellfire. While listening to Kenney Chesney, Good Charlotte, and Evanescence.
Unfortunately, the Vagrant Cafe, while the hotspot for all things asshole, is not the only Internet forum where such infectants breed. I'm currently engaged in a pissing match with some hepsters on the CSU forums about the nature of postmodernism, the concept of genre classification, and what "real hardcore" is. To all of which I say, "Fuck that."
Now, I realize pretentiousness is part of human nature. I enjoy a healthy amount of pretension, mostly using it to avoid unwanted conversation (I dress in black, wear a trenchcoat, give mean looks, et al). However, once that initial barrier has been breached, I deal directly with all individuals (another effective deterrant, coincidentally). Attempting to make people believe I am/know/do more than I actually am/know/do is dishonest, pointless, and short-lived. I have no pride to protect, no name to adhere to, and no face to save because of this. It makes my life much simpler.
Why, then, must these people maintain that certain bands are "pure" hardcore and anything post 1997 is posercore? What does it matter? I don't care how true PMC, Norma Jean, or The Chariot are to the "roots" of hardcore. I like their music, and I call it hardcore so other people get an idea of what they sound like.
Another thing: hepsters seem to have difficulty acknowledging technical musicianship. Sure, Incubus is popular, but deservedly so. Einzinger can run circles around Isaac Brock in terms of technical skill and dedication to proficiency. Hepsters can't acknowledge this. It's all about the dirty, shitty-sounding recordings, unkempt emovers, and tight jeans.
And you know what? I like both Incubus and Modest Mouse. Not a difficult thing to do, really.
Okay, I'm done. Thankfully, the couple displaying the junior-high level PDA's also seem to have finished polluting this area of the Duhesa Lounge.
Food, anyone?
Oh, and I'm also mad at all of you for offering exactly zero feedback on my poem.
Elitism and its many devout followers across this wonderful world of ours deserve nothing short of eternal hellfire. While listening to Kenney Chesney, Good Charlotte, and Evanescence.
Unfortunately, the Vagrant Cafe, while the hotspot for all things asshole, is not the only Internet forum where such infectants breed. I'm currently engaged in a pissing match with some hepsters on the CSU forums about the nature of postmodernism, the concept of genre classification, and what "real hardcore" is. To all of which I say, "Fuck that."
Now, I realize pretentiousness is part of human nature. I enjoy a healthy amount of pretension, mostly using it to avoid unwanted conversation (I dress in black, wear a trenchcoat, give mean looks, et al). However, once that initial barrier has been breached, I deal directly with all individuals (another effective deterrant, coincidentally). Attempting to make people believe I am/know/do more than I actually am/know/do is dishonest, pointless, and short-lived. I have no pride to protect, no name to adhere to, and no face to save because of this. It makes my life much simpler.
Why, then, must these people maintain that certain bands are "pure" hardcore and anything post 1997 is posercore? What does it matter? I don't care how true PMC, Norma Jean, or The Chariot are to the "roots" of hardcore. I like their music, and I call it hardcore so other people get an idea of what they sound like.
Another thing: hepsters seem to have difficulty acknowledging technical musicianship. Sure, Incubus is popular, but deservedly so. Einzinger can run circles around Isaac Brock in terms of technical skill and dedication to proficiency. Hepsters can't acknowledge this. It's all about the dirty, shitty-sounding recordings, unkempt emovers, and tight jeans.
And you know what? I like both Incubus and Modest Mouse. Not a difficult thing to do, really.
Okay, I'm done. Thankfully, the couple displaying the junior-high level PDA's also seem to have finished polluting this area of the Duhesa Lounge.
Food, anyone?
Oh, and I'm also mad at all of you for offering exactly zero feedback on my poem.
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