recently, i have been rocking out to a band who will remain nameless. my exboyfriend steven used to send me some of their songs on mix CDs when he was still living in america, so i thought id give a couple of ther albums a try. and you know, for midwest pop punk, which i usually think is tripe, it wasnt bad.

i have this policy of never looking at pictures, watching music videos, or listening to any hype about the musicians that i like. It will invariably piss me off, depress me, make me feel inferior, or in some other way change my opinion of them.

as i think this is fucking dumb and vapid of me, i usually avoid the situation entirely by listening to who i want to and telling the peanut gallery to blow me.

however, just now i broke my own rule and went to their website, hoping for a face behind the voice that has me jogging to the beat of rhyming lyrics for the first time in years.

well, he ain't handsome, but i dont care about that. id actually check him out in a bar and even make out with him on the stairs out back, if he was lucky.

but their whole gig seems to be some sort of goth crap intermixed with a 20 dollar fee to join their website. give me a fucking break! 20 bucks for a t-shirt and the knowledge of when they will decide the world is ready for a tour?

i hate that shit! i have no problem with bands making money, but i do have a problem with bands milking their fans for every damn dime they can afford to toss in for a hoodie or a cheap-ass made-in-china patch! why do people have to be so greedy?

and now i have done it to myself again, and i will never hear their music clearly without the sound of a cash register clacking along behind.

"ive got a big fat fucking bone to pick, with you my darling..."

fucking greedy cocksuckers, you broke my heart.