I am going to drink and play video games and read and find a new job like I caught that shit breakin' into my house.
Word.
Monday, June 18, 2007
The Case Against.
This has been sitting as a draft for over a month, so I am just going to put this out there.
A few days ago, the new Marilyn Manson album, "Eat Me, Drink Me", was leaked on the internet. It's not as bad as Golden Age of Grotesque, but more embarassing than Trent's lyrics on Year Zero.
More than a bit of my youth was spent listening to music like Marilyn Manson and while I have outgrown the stuff, I can't deny it. I cut my teeth on that music. Who I am today is in part to the Manson CDs I listened to out of earshot of my parents. If it wasn't for John 5 I doubt I'd be playing guitar. If I didn't play guitar, I wouldn't have inspired my father to get back into music and I don't know how things would be between us. Until I asked him about the old Epiphone acoustic in the basement our relationship consisted of me surfing the internet at his house on Sundays, spending way too much time on SomethingAwful, Stileproject, and Newgrounds. To clarify, this was before Stileproject became a bunch of porno ad scripts and Newgrounds became a haven for script kiddies and bad animation. 2000 seems so long ago, I know.
It isn't uncommon for someone to feel that they have a vested interest in something that was meaningful to them in their youth. So when I listen to Manson's overproducing groans over guitar riffs that are too disco trite for Fall Out Boy or Panic at the Disco, I understand the anger that middle aged nerds have towards George Lucas in the present day. Someone is fucking you. Not just you, but a very precious image or slice of your childhood. Yes, the golden moments of your youth are supposed to be faded by the light of the common day. It's part of becoming more mature, more understanding of the world around you. It isn't fair, but at the same time it is.
I suppose Marilyn Manson has more in common with Billy Corgan than I thought, in that they both need to go away before they suck all the meaning out of their past endeavors.
A few days ago, the new Marilyn Manson album, "Eat Me, Drink Me", was leaked on the internet. It's not as bad as Golden Age of Grotesque, but more embarassing than Trent's lyrics on Year Zero.
More than a bit of my youth was spent listening to music like Marilyn Manson and while I have outgrown the stuff, I can't deny it. I cut my teeth on that music. Who I am today is in part to the Manson CDs I listened to out of earshot of my parents. If it wasn't for John 5 I doubt I'd be playing guitar. If I didn't play guitar, I wouldn't have inspired my father to get back into music and I don't know how things would be between us. Until I asked him about the old Epiphone acoustic in the basement our relationship consisted of me surfing the internet at his house on Sundays, spending way too much time on SomethingAwful, Stileproject, and Newgrounds. To clarify, this was before Stileproject became a bunch of porno ad scripts and Newgrounds became a haven for script kiddies and bad animation. 2000 seems so long ago, I know.
It isn't uncommon for someone to feel that they have a vested interest in something that was meaningful to them in their youth. So when I listen to Manson's overproducing groans over guitar riffs that are too disco trite for Fall Out Boy or Panic at the Disco, I understand the anger that middle aged nerds have towards George Lucas in the present day. Someone is fucking you. Not just you, but a very precious image or slice of your childhood. Yes, the golden moments of your youth are supposed to be faded by the light of the common day. It's part of becoming more mature, more understanding of the world around you. It isn't fair, but at the same time it is.
I suppose Marilyn Manson has more in common with Billy Corgan than I thought, in that they both need to go away before they suck all the meaning out of their past endeavors.
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