...here's a reason...
....on the HATE side of things. This asshole STILL HAS A CAREER? 
...pretentious assholes like this are a major cancer on the music world. Sorry children, but Creed suck. There was nothing of substance in their music. Its a total act. LOOK AT HIM! if this isn't a teenage archetype of sensitive bohunk, i don't know what is. Leather jacket - check. white t shirt - check. slightly long hair for the badboy look - check. deep sad moody puppydog vomit eyes that show a deep and tortured soul - check! lameass hoop earrings in each ear - check. THIS IS A FORMULA. HE DID NOT THINK OF THIS HIMSELF. As for the music, with its pseudo-christian imagery and soul searching jargon, well, its just pathetic. If you want to listen to a tortured soul who is searching for truth and light, while actually hearing some interesting and original music being played, you want someone really tortured - go listen to Tool. There, you get your metal fix too. Creed are as Metal as Pearl Jam or Poison. They are as Formula as any number of weak grunge bands that came out between 1991 - the present (Goo Goo Dolls, I'm looking at you!). His deep sensitive crooning is not sincere, its product placement. Its iconography that gets little 14 year olds wet in the panties. And those wet panties sell records. Without these staples, they're nothing more than a bad bar band. Shit, speaking of the Goo Goo Dolls, look back at their career. They actually started early on as an honest to goodness rock band (not that they were good), but couldn't sell barely any records, at least not enough to fill the never ending void of their greedy pockets. So, what did they do. They consulted Wet Panties 101, cut their hair, started wearing make-up, dressed a little nicer than ripped jeans and Tshirts, stopped showing the ugly bass player in the videos, and writing lame ass ballads. And yes, then they made it.
Who's fault is this? THE CONSUMER! You teenyboppers fall for it, and throw your damn wet panties at the record store clerk for all the bullshit they make just for you, well, just for your buckaroo's!
Music has 2 faces. One is art, one is entertainment. Rarely do these faces meet. Capitalism took its plastic surgeon and sewed that damn second face on an art form, because it saw a market, it saw a population of idiots and figured out how to sap their parents hard earned dollars away from them.
In the immortal words of Fugazi - "Never mind what they're selling, it's what you're buying."
...pretentious assholes like this are a major cancer on the music world. Sorry children, but Creed suck. There was nothing of substance in their music. Its a total act. LOOK AT HIM! if this isn't a teenage archetype of sensitive bohunk, i don't know what is. Leather jacket - check. white t shirt - check. slightly long hair for the badboy look - check. deep sad moody puppydog vomit eyes that show a deep and tortured soul - check! lameass hoop earrings in each ear - check. THIS IS A FORMULA. HE DID NOT THINK OF THIS HIMSELF. As for the music, with its pseudo-christian imagery and soul searching jargon, well, its just pathetic. If you want to listen to a tortured soul who is searching for truth and light, while actually hearing some interesting and original music being played, you want someone really tortured - go listen to Tool. There, you get your metal fix too. Creed are as Metal as Pearl Jam or Poison. They are as Formula as any number of weak grunge bands that came out between 1991 - the present (Goo Goo Dolls, I'm looking at you!). His deep sensitive crooning is not sincere, its product placement. Its iconography that gets little 14 year olds wet in the panties. And those wet panties sell records. Without these staples, they're nothing more than a bad bar band. Shit, speaking of the Goo Goo Dolls, look back at their career. They actually started early on as an honest to goodness rock band (not that they were good), but couldn't sell barely any records, at least not enough to fill the never ending void of their greedy pockets. So, what did they do. They consulted Wet Panties 101, cut their hair, started wearing make-up, dressed a little nicer than ripped jeans and Tshirts, stopped showing the ugly bass player in the videos, and writing lame ass ballads. And yes, then they made it.
Who's fault is this? THE CONSUMER! You teenyboppers fall for it, and throw your damn wet panties at the record store clerk for all the bullshit they make just for you, well, just for your buckaroo's!
Music has 2 faces. One is art, one is entertainment. Rarely do these faces meet. Capitalism took its plastic surgeon and sewed that damn second face on an art form, because it saw a market, it saw a population of idiots and figured out how to sap their parents hard earned dollars away from them.
In the immortal words of Fugazi - "Never mind what they're selling, it's what you're buying."
posted by Hobbs von Wackamole at 6:01 AM
3 Comments:
They could try a little Jeff Buckley if they want tortured soul with a bad boy hollywood image. He's the real deal. Plus, he killed himself.
does getting drunk and walking into the river count as suicide, or dumb drunkeness
lmfao, thank you so much for this here post. It has made my day, and I find it strange that I was JUST thinking the same things about that dumbass myself, yesterday! A song of his came on the radio, and I nearly projectile vomited as soon as he began singing. I couldn't believe it. I know idiots that know nothing about music buy into it, but still, are there enough idiots out there to support his queer ass?
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