PureVolume

the scene is a crime

stereotypes and clichs. fashion trends and attitudes. they all seem to be dictated by what rocks your speakers, and for some, this is sadly true. being clockwork orangeed by the beats, breakdowns, and bass lines pumping from their iPods. they dress to impress some unseen panel of judges. all the girls have the same three haircuts, all the boys wear more make up than a kabuki actor (their painted emotions). the genders have been switched, flipped, and remixed beyond recognition.

music shouldnt be this. it makes me sick. im not ashamed of what i like, but im starting to be completely fucking ashamed to be seen at shows. i will never set foot at another fall out boy show, not because i dont like them, i do, i love them to death, and ill be with them to either mine or their bitter ends, its because there are those people that ruin it for everyone else. standing as if theyd kill to be anywhere else, yet they shelled out twenty bucks to stand at the back of the room, their hair slicked and straightened, dyed and conditioned to fit a set format. they stand like vultures, always above, waiting for the band to fuck up, so they can post on their blogs about how fucking horrible they are.

they dont dance, they dont sing, they dont mosh, they dont do much of anything, but be seen, and be scene. its all just one big fucking fashion show. come one! come all! behold the glory of dead eyes lined with black ink! isnt it beautiful...what weve created. this corporate circus...isnt it glorious...

my love for music will never die. my dedication to my favorite bands will never die. long after this fucking scene is dead, ill put on take this to your grave, or tell all your friends, or deja entendu, and just think...what a great thing...this could have been. the scene is a crime...the scene is murder.

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