Archive for March 2008
Award goes to “Sorry” by Buckcherry.
This song is on the radio quite a bit lately, oftentimes in the morning when my radio alarm goes off. This guy’s voice is slimy and forced and completely lacking in any musical quality whatsoever. The sound of this song makes me so so so angry that I want to hit. And this guy’s completely and obviously full of his late-eighties Bon Jovi haircut and body. The music is…absolutely bland and the lyrics something that, now seriously folks, something worse than what a love lorn six-year-old would write. To wit:
I’m sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry you’re blue
I’m sorry about all the things I said to you
and, the two lines that make my skin crawl:
I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds
And baby the way you make my world go ’round
“I love all your sounds”? What the &$% does that even mean?
It’s obvious the master lyricist really pushed himself to the creative edge to rhyme words like “blue” and “you”, as well as “sounds” and “world go ’round”. Blue only works as a feeling if you’re Elvis or Dolly Parton. Otherwise it’s a color only, you clueless faggot.
Plus, look at his stupid face. And watch the video below to get a load of his stupid tattoos…this band is, at it’s core, a total sham. Why they even get radio play is beyond me. The song starts out beyond weak and boring, like a Kid Rock wannabe, but around second 28 is when my bile begins to rise, and by second 44 I’m ready to strangle. (Bonus, check out extra vacant, extra creepy stare around second 1:15)
Previously, the song most hated was “Lips of an Angel” by Hinder, Andrea, but “Sorry” takes awful to a whole new level.
So, I’m moving again. Out of Henderson, back to Las Vegas, not a long or major move, but it still doesn’t change the fact I have to pack up all my stuff. But it’s great: I am going to live in a giant house, and I’m going to be able to get a dog, whom I know is going to be the love of my life. It’s not my house, I’m just renting it, but I’m moving in with two, and eventually three, strangers. C’est la vie…
It’s Monday, and I just finished throwing a few boxes around the room, filling them with books and cds and jewelry and knick-knacks. Sometimes I wonder why I even keep this stuff.
I bought a couch. It feels so permanent.
I move on Saturday.
More pictures of the house:
Currently listening to Abbey Road by The Beatles
I am exhausted…had a good, but very full day. I spent four hours making cupcakes—from scratch—which was rewarding, but time consuming. Then I worked on three more covers for the book, which were requested after the last three didn’t work. The client said they liked the idea of the raised fist, so I did three variations on the theme. The above one turned out to be my favorite of the three. Below are the other two:
Well, I’m going to crash now.
Currently listening to Excerpts from the Diary of Todd Zilla by Grandaddy
So, the first set of book designs I did a couple of weeks ago were rejected. I would send you a link to them, but Blogger is acting all funny, so if you want to see them, you’ll just have to scroll back a few entries. These are some new ones I came up with. The client asked for a more political slant to them.
Currently listening to Ummagumma by Pink Floyd