the subtle brilliance of j-biebz

Justin Bieber haters are lone wolves fighting the mainstream.

After posting that I thought Baby is a good song, I was called a "fag" approximately twelve times. But I stand by my word, Baby truly is a wonderful song, and I think the social impact it has on girls is very misguided. While some think it's just another song about an underage slut; girls think it's a cheery song, which makes it so great. Like Britney Spears, Bieber is the same person casting many different personas: to black people and males above the age of 8, he's just a wigger. Younger and older girls view him as an understated heartthrob. Parents view him as a flash-in-the-pan. Rock magazines see him as just another popstar. If you examine Baby, you can see that it's really a song about heartbreak, as Justin Bieber learns that a large amount of the female population hates him. It's this unobtainable beauty that haunts him, and he realizes this at the age of sixteen, no less. His obsession overtakes him, spiraling him into a deep depression when he realizes that his name will always be hollow. This self-actualization lulls him into a state of deep depression, but the cheerful synthline is still there, constantly reminding him that the one girl he only really loved is practically dead. "I'm going down, down, down, dooown," he sings. This is a clever double entendre, and both meanings aren't relevant to any tween. His agony can only be healed by anti-depressants, but at the same time the only thing that makes him feel better is killing him, as he falls "down, down, down" on the floor, the result of his suicide. Also notice that the music video for "Baby" takes place at a bowling alley, where one fuck-up will totally ruin your spare/strike. Think about it.

Pictured above: alleged genius

Bieber exists to fill the holes in our hearts. Young girls have a new idol they can vent their unnatural, Disney Channel sexuality over, younger men have a new twat to vent their anger towards, the RIAA, of course, has a new cash-cow, journalists and tabloid writers now have more to write about/talk about at cocktail parties, and older men and women have a manifestation of how much the next generation will fail (a flawed argument, but a popular one.) He's here until some other teen dream comes to steal the hearts of eight year-olds.

And that's why Justin Bieber is a martyr.

Me, a faggot/The soundtracks to an Algebra II Exam

God fucking dammit. I wanted to hate this, I really did. But I guess I'm even more of a flaming faggot now that I like OK Computer. Like Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, it's very user unfriendly - you have to listen to it three or four times to fully appreciate it. Or not. I can see how people can't stand it, the tracks that seperate the really good songs are lackluster. A little repetitive and bland. It might not deserve the hype it gets (a certain tripfag might disagree with me), but it's pretty damn good.
Best tracks: Electioneering, Paranoid Android, No Surprises, Airbag

Now for something completely different (PitchFork gave this a 3.3, durrhurr). After much thinking, I've come to the conclusion that On a Wire is only slightly inferior to Something to Write Home About and Four Minute Mile. In other words, this is some good fucking shit. It's the same Get Up Kids I (and hopefully you) love with some acoustic country undertones. Goes great with rainy days, or days when you're feeling homesick. Ehhhh...What else can I say? Get up (lol c wut i did ther?) and get it.

Best tracks: Overdue, Let the Reigns Go Loose, Walking on a Wire, Campfire Kansas

Jammy Eet Wood

I've failed to mention Jimmy Eat World for a while, which is a damn shame considering they're just so good. One of the albums I can't get enough of at the moment is Futures. It's the perfect a pretty good mixture of pop rock (oh God I'm such a fag someone kill me) and the agressive emo sound that was so popular in the late 90's/early 00's. Actually, you probably won't care for it that much, but I like it.

Is there anything better than a mall? This is a serious question. I guess it's been popular to hate on malls for a while, but they're one of the greatest things about living. I like marble. The walls and floors are paved with marble. I like the smell of fried-dough. The mall fries dough. I like the smell of colognes. The mall smells like cologne. There aren't too many malls in England; the ones they do have are usually small and filled with clothing stores that have a sense of unwarranted superiority. Much like myself. The only mall I really like in England is Bluewater. It makes me feel like I'm back in Sebring with my friends. I've only been there once.

A couple of favorites to break in the blog

Okay, this is kind of a guilty pleasure but I just love this album.

Tragically overlooked. I guess the best way to describe this is like indie (cringe) space pop.

Experimental-folk. The first playthrough it's sort of drab but when you give it another listen you'll laugh at the absurdity of it.

Synth-pop of the so-sweet-it's-depressing variety. The voice is just amazing.