:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Sunday, February 09, 2003 ::

An Ironic Transition, Indeed
These morons can't even get their own music right. Apparently, recent surveys indicate that Led Zepplin is responsible for not only their own music, but Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion," Deep Purple's "Smoke on the Water," and ACDC's "You Shook Me All Night Long." All of this in addition to different versions of their own songs, like "You Don't Have to GO." Goddamn kids. By way of contrast, The Beatles are so good, it's not even funny. More controversy from one of the radical thinkers of the musicritic elite, but jesus, "I'm Looking Through You?" Come on. "I've Got a Feeling?" Almost untouchable. And this joker's stealing my bit. Albeit, he's sticking to his own territory (and enjoys TMBG more than I), but yeah, he's more together on the whole music-analysis thing.

Not to post deliberately inflammatory things, but more like the Dead Stupid's Society, if you ask me. Well, that's not really accurate or fair. Rather like the Dead Incomplete Society. The movie starts any number of plot-threads that simply never resolve to a satisfactory degree, and not just little trivial ones like letting the ditzy girls into their underground treehouse, but Knox's entire character development plotline is casually left by the wayside after a scene of Chris' fingers cringing acceptingly from his teenage-touch. Yippie. I'll hold my own in explaining why the ending isn't quite good enough using words like "microcosm" and "reactionary backlash," but I'm rather exhausted. It still was rather nice seeing it, even if I was under that bit of pressure to like it; it's not like there's anything that can be done about it, I exert the same sort of pressure whenever I'm so much as listening to Radiohead or The Pixies; I beam a demand for respect of my music to all those who so much as make eye contact with me. I'm allowed to as long as I don't become a huge jerk about it, because I love it, and love makes people do crazy things, like lie to parents, abandon a physics project, get in a car, and drive some 200 miles to see someone you've never seen before, but had always dreamed of meeting...

A boat too easily rocked, I'm afraid. Usually when things are like that, we take a good look at the boat, get to dry land, and shore up its weaknesses. One might argue that getting out of the boat means pausing the relationship, but I would place this under "stretching the boat analogy." Even in the worst of it, though, I couldn't help but delight in the anticipation of ::distant bells:: Valentine's Day, which sort of led to a nasty confusion of future and present that left me hugging myself and gasping in the shower one afternoon.



:: Aziz 4:36 PM [+] ::
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