Artist – AFI
Album – Decemberunderground
I have to admit, I am an AFI apologist. When they released Sing The Sorrow, I defended them to all the punks who thought they had sold out. I actually believed it was a rather well put together record, and was probably one of their best efforts to date. What Sorrow had and Decemberunderground lacks is a theme. A way to make the tracks seem like they belong together, in some sort of unified harmony, for example. What the new record does have is a new single that resembles, if not replicates, a track off of Green Day’s American Idiot. If there is any track off this record that does not belong and never should have been recorded, it is the new single “Miss Murder”.
Having said that, the rest of the album mixes their old school punk days with the theatrics and production of their last record. AFI always manages to make me think of summer nights at the lake with their records, and I know that is a strange connection to make, but they continue that feeling with this one. Maybe it’s just me. With tracks like “Summer Shudder” and “The Interview” the group tends to get lost in the song, and the tracks grow a little stale. “Love Like Winter” is reminiscent of War-era U2, and the disk itself has that kind of feel to it.
Davey goes back to his screamo-melodic vocals on “Affliction” which only adds to the albums clutter. The U2 sound comes back on “The Missing Frame”, and even though it does not necessarily sound like AFI, it’s probably the best track on the record. The record ends with some unlisted song that is barely a minute and a half long, but could have developed into an album track if they gave it a little more room to grow. The album is good if viewed from a stand alone point of view, but their going to lose some more fans, which is inevitable with the punk industry once you sell more than 500,000 albums.
6 out of 10-B
If you like this record, try:
AFI – Sing The Sorrow
Alkaline Trio – From Here To Infirmary
Strung Out – American Paradox
Friday, June 09, 2006
The Muffin Blues
I had a dream last night and I won’t lie, it involved a Furby. I dreamt I was in the woods, watching my hat float away like Gabriel Byrne in Millers Crossing. My hat floated along the trees, and as my eyes, or more accurately, the camera looked up towards the sky, I saw my assassin. He had large eyes, stumps for limbs, and was covered in fur. He said “this is for Lumiere” as he dropped the gun towards my head. He fired a shot, and then I woke up screaming. I looked over to my dresser to see the time, in case I needed to file a report about my death. But my alarm clock was blocked. It was blocked by a candlestick. A yellow candlestick with two brass arms, for holding two extra candles. And the candlestick was smiling at me.
-BI can’t wait, I can’t stay a candle
-BI can’t wait, I can’t stay a candle
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Album Review - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Artist – Red Hot Chili Peppers
Album – Stadium Arcadium
I have never been a fan of the Peppers. I just wanted to get that out of the way before I type anything that resembles an opinion on their new record. Their new record however is a good one to start with if you ever want to become a fan and have no idea where to begin. The album spans two disks, and opens with their first single “Dani California”, which is always something that bothers me. Never open an album with your first single, because casual listeners usually won’t go past that track. ANYWAY, Stadium Arcadium serves up RHCP’s usual funky grooves and song structures ripped out of Primus’ playbook.
The title track is a smooth paced track, blending funk and alt-country, as if R.E.M. took a vacation in Jamaica and recorded a song about it. “Hump De Bump” is a fun summer song in the making, and “Slow Cheetah” plays so smooth you’d swear your stereo is a pitcher of iced tea pouring funk-flavored sweetness into your ice cold cup of an eardrum. The second disk picks up more of a bass-heavy tone, and “Tell Me Baby” is a track Public Enemy might have recorded. With tracks like “She Looks To Me” it’s not hard to see how their style has changed throughout the years, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Anything after Blood Sugar Sex Magik is ok with me, and they seem to be enjoying that direction.
With two disks of tunes, it is inevitable to have a few throwaway's (Unless your Pink Floyd or Bob Dylan, respectively). I would point those out for you, but I am not an accurate source for that sort of information when it comes to RHCP. My advice, pick it up and give each disk two or three listens. Is Stadium Arcadium enough to make me a fan? I doubt it, but it’s a good place to start. I’m not going to get rid of the album, if that’s any kind of sign.
7 out of 10.
-B
If you like this record, try:
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Californication
Primus – The Brown Album
Sublime - Sublime
Album – Stadium Arcadium
I have never been a fan of the Peppers. I just wanted to get that out of the way before I type anything that resembles an opinion on their new record. Their new record however is a good one to start with if you ever want to become a fan and have no idea where to begin. The album spans two disks, and opens with their first single “Dani California”, which is always something that bothers me. Never open an album with your first single, because casual listeners usually won’t go past that track. ANYWAY, Stadium Arcadium serves up RHCP’s usual funky grooves and song structures ripped out of Primus’ playbook.
The title track is a smooth paced track, blending funk and alt-country, as if R.E.M. took a vacation in Jamaica and recorded a song about it. “Hump De Bump” is a fun summer song in the making, and “Slow Cheetah” plays so smooth you’d swear your stereo is a pitcher of iced tea pouring funk-flavored sweetness into your ice cold cup of an eardrum. The second disk picks up more of a bass-heavy tone, and “Tell Me Baby” is a track Public Enemy might have recorded. With tracks like “She Looks To Me” it’s not hard to see how their style has changed throughout the years, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Anything after Blood Sugar Sex Magik is ok with me, and they seem to be enjoying that direction.
With two disks of tunes, it is inevitable to have a few throwaway's (Unless your Pink Floyd or Bob Dylan, respectively). I would point those out for you, but I am not an accurate source for that sort of information when it comes to RHCP. My advice, pick it up and give each disk two or three listens. Is Stadium Arcadium enough to make me a fan? I doubt it, but it’s a good place to start. I’m not going to get rid of the album, if that’s any kind of sign.
7 out of 10.
-B
If you like this record, try:
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Californication
Primus – The Brown Album
Sublime - Sublime
Gimme Shelter
I am going to start posting my album reviews on here. For a while I have been trying to keep my two blogs separate, and that now seems a little out of the realm of possibility. The fact is that I would be turning too much attention to one and not enough to the other. So, I am going just post everything on both. That’s what a blog is for, so why not. You will see on this one the same essays and stuff that you will on my other one; music reviews, concert reviews, essays on pop culture and politics, a little bit of everything really. My other blog is on MySpace, and that’s a separate community all together. I will not be posting my writing exercises or short stories on that blog. This one will have everything while my MySpace blog will have a portion of it. I will have a new album review up a little later today, and then I will begin work on the second part of my “In The Name Of God” series. Oh, and to the fanatic who responded to my last one, I HAVE played the game. Have you?
-B
Hit me with your best shot
-B
Hit me with your best shot
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Death Be Not Proud
I think about death a lot. I would like to think that most people think about death a lot, but I know that would not be true. I think it is important to think about death. One can not truly appreciate life until one has contemplated their own demise. It is going to happen, and not all the money, fame, or prayer in the world is going to stop that. It is going to happen. Once you have accepted that fact, you tend to view things in a different light. Most people are afraid of death, but I am not. I am actually kind of looking forward to it. I want to see what’s beyond this realm of our earthly vessels.
I often wonder how it is going to happen. Will I slip on a banana peel and fall down some stairs in a comic sort of tragedy (as everyone knows I hate bananas)? Will I drown? Will I put a gun to my head and end it on my own terms? Or will I just simply grow old and then begin to really look forward to it? This may sound a bit morbid, but I am really curious as to how I will bite the proverbial bullet. I would like to be creative and say that I am suffering from Cotard’s syndrome or that I am living in some kind of Sixth Sense type of world, but that’s just dumb.
I actually have my funeral song figured out. When I die, at my funeral, I want the song “Ol’ 55” by Tom Waits to be playing as they wheel my casket out of the church. Actually, I want to be cremated, so I guess they wouldn’t wheel anything out of the church, would they? I don’t want to rot in the ground like most people, I want to be burned and my remains spread out somewhere, anywhere but here, really. Yes, I think cremation is the way to go. But I want that song played at my wake. Would I even have a wake? I guess death really is complicated when you think about it in a broad sense.
The song is the most important thing I think, and that should tell you something about me. I read that most suicidal people worry about what song they will play when they cut their wrists. I wonder if that is true. All I am worried about is what song is played at my wake, and I want it to be that song. The song isn’t necessarily about death, at least not directly. But the lyrics lend a feeling of saying goodbye when the time has come, whether or not it was life he was thinking about when he wrote it is up to debate, but I still think it is a good song for a funeral or wake. Depressed yet?
Anyway, I am off to ponder death some more. No album reviews today as I have been busy, will catch up in the next couple of days.
-B
And my time went so quickly, I went lickity-splickly. Out to my ol’ 55.
I often wonder how it is going to happen. Will I slip on a banana peel and fall down some stairs in a comic sort of tragedy (as everyone knows I hate bananas)? Will I drown? Will I put a gun to my head and end it on my own terms? Or will I just simply grow old and then begin to really look forward to it? This may sound a bit morbid, but I am really curious as to how I will bite the proverbial bullet. I would like to be creative and say that I am suffering from Cotard’s syndrome or that I am living in some kind of Sixth Sense type of world, but that’s just dumb.
I actually have my funeral song figured out. When I die, at my funeral, I want the song “Ol’ 55” by Tom Waits to be playing as they wheel my casket out of the church. Actually, I want to be cremated, so I guess they wouldn’t wheel anything out of the church, would they? I don’t want to rot in the ground like most people, I want to be burned and my remains spread out somewhere, anywhere but here, really. Yes, I think cremation is the way to go. But I want that song played at my wake. Would I even have a wake? I guess death really is complicated when you think about it in a broad sense.
The song is the most important thing I think, and that should tell you something about me. I read that most suicidal people worry about what song they will play when they cut their wrists. I wonder if that is true. All I am worried about is what song is played at my wake, and I want it to be that song. The song isn’t necessarily about death, at least not directly. But the lyrics lend a feeling of saying goodbye when the time has come, whether or not it was life he was thinking about when he wrote it is up to debate, but I still think it is a good song for a funeral or wake. Depressed yet?
Anyway, I am off to ponder death some more. No album reviews today as I have been busy, will catch up in the next couple of days.
-B
And my time went so quickly, I went lickity-splickly. Out to my ol’ 55.
Monday, June 05, 2006
In The Name Of God
Is murder acceptable if it is done in the name of God? History teaches us that it is, even if that fact is quite wrong. Murder is, as we are taught, wrong in any sense. When it comes to God, justice, and war is where the lines start to blur. The video game industry has long been condemned as a haven for violent tendencies buried within a child’s psyche. All too often video games, and any other mass-produced media, are blamed as the cause of some kid getting his hands on a gun and senselessly killing people. The parents are never blamed. Society is never blamed. At a time where parents pay attention to their children in the least of all generations, we as a society push the blame for violence onto anything that slightly resembles a plausible scapegoat, and video games are now having their turn in the spotlight.
But what if a video game, which has the sole purpose of killing those who do not believe in God, were to be mass produced? Would this game, designed in the same vein as GTA 3, be lobbied against by the powers of righteousness that be? You would assume so, as no one in politics wants kids to get their hands on video games, since they are the cause of all this violence and mayhem and are therefore objects of evil. Well, that’s where you’re wrong. It appears that, once again, when Christianity is involved, all bets are off. All wrongs are righted, and all levels of body count are acceptable if it helps save those who do not walk with God.
The video game in question is Left Behind: Eternal Forces, and if you can believe it, the purpose of the game is to convert those who have not embraced Christianity. And if they disagree with you? Well, then you pull out your Mac-10 and shoot them in their unholy face. That is the game; you save people, or you kill them for their beliefs. Sound familiar? Go read an American History text book and you’ll figure it out.
It never ceases to amaze me that so many have died in the name of God. Now I will admit, in this context we are speaking only of pixels killing pixels, so no one is really dying. But I wonder, if a child played this game and then proceeded to murder all non-Christians in his school, would the game receive the same social stigma of GTA 3? Would those who opposed video games so strongly (like Jack Thompson for example) suddenly turn around and say that this is acceptable because it is in the name of God? How can anyone, religious extremist specifically, condone violence on such a grand scale?
Would the blame of such an act shift towards society, as if to say the students deserved to die because they had a difference of opinion? Would they be blamed for their own murder? Or would the church back peddle and say that the game was meant for entertainment purposes only and no one with a sane mind would actually attempt to replicate what they do in the game. If so, this would pose the threat of being labeled a hypocrite. As the Republican Party seems to be the primary enemy of video games, and fun in general, they would put themselves in a corner by supporting a violent video game that is similar to the games they have been condemning.
In the realm of video games, violence has always been a core issue. The industry seems to be doing all that it can to help keep mature games out of the hands of kids. The rating system is only as effective as the retailers who enforce it. The distributor puts the rating on the game, the store sells it to the appropriate age demographic, and kids don’t get their hands on GTA 4: Killing For Fun. The missing link in this chain of events is the parent. It is the parent’s job to determine what games they will allow in their household. Yes parents, you ARE responsible for your kid’s actions until they are 18. If you don’t like it, don’t have any fucking kids. Where the parents fail is enforcing the rules of the house. If my child is seven years old and brings home a video game rated for a fourteen year old, it is my decision to let them play that game. Whatever consequences develop from them playing that game at such a young age are mine, and mine alone.
Left Behind: Eternal Forces seems to be getting little media attention and that may be due to it not having a release date yet. Trust me, it will get more attention. The God Factor tends to change everything, and suddenly people start having opinions. If one is to condemn violent video games, one could hardly support this game. However, quite the opposite seems more plausible this time around. This video game actually seems to be endorsed by the conservative demographic. Will this change their attitude towards other violent video games that are not religious based? Probably not.
The final test of the impact this game will have will be when a kid kills someone and claims the game made him to it. Society has no problem pointing the finger at GTA 3 or any other game with that level of content, but I wonder what their reaction to this would be. The question still remains whether or not killing in the name of God is acceptable, if not condoned, and my guess is the jury’s going to be out on this one for quite a long time. Meanwhile, I guess we’re stuck with violent video games being wrong until God says their right.
-B
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
In writing this essay, I gathered information from the following sources:
http://www.talk2action.org/story/2006/5/29/195855/959
http://www.leftbehindgames.com/
http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/games/censorship.html
But what if a video game, which has the sole purpose of killing those who do not believe in God, were to be mass produced? Would this game, designed in the same vein as GTA 3, be lobbied against by the powers of righteousness that be? You would assume so, as no one in politics wants kids to get their hands on video games, since they are the cause of all this violence and mayhem and are therefore objects of evil. Well, that’s where you’re wrong. It appears that, once again, when Christianity is involved, all bets are off. All wrongs are righted, and all levels of body count are acceptable if it helps save those who do not walk with God.
The video game in question is Left Behind: Eternal Forces, and if you can believe it, the purpose of the game is to convert those who have not embraced Christianity. And if they disagree with you? Well, then you pull out your Mac-10 and shoot them in their unholy face. That is the game; you save people, or you kill them for their beliefs. Sound familiar? Go read an American History text book and you’ll figure it out.
It never ceases to amaze me that so many have died in the name of God. Now I will admit, in this context we are speaking only of pixels killing pixels, so no one is really dying. But I wonder, if a child played this game and then proceeded to murder all non-Christians in his school, would the game receive the same social stigma of GTA 3? Would those who opposed video games so strongly (like Jack Thompson for example) suddenly turn around and say that this is acceptable because it is in the name of God? How can anyone, religious extremist specifically, condone violence on such a grand scale?
Would the blame of such an act shift towards society, as if to say the students deserved to die because they had a difference of opinion? Would they be blamed for their own murder? Or would the church back peddle and say that the game was meant for entertainment purposes only and no one with a sane mind would actually attempt to replicate what they do in the game. If so, this would pose the threat of being labeled a hypocrite. As the Republican Party seems to be the primary enemy of video games, and fun in general, they would put themselves in a corner by supporting a violent video game that is similar to the games they have been condemning.
In the realm of video games, violence has always been a core issue. The industry seems to be doing all that it can to help keep mature games out of the hands of kids. The rating system is only as effective as the retailers who enforce it. The distributor puts the rating on the game, the store sells it to the appropriate age demographic, and kids don’t get their hands on GTA 4: Killing For Fun. The missing link in this chain of events is the parent. It is the parent’s job to determine what games they will allow in their household. Yes parents, you ARE responsible for your kid’s actions until they are 18. If you don’t like it, don’t have any fucking kids. Where the parents fail is enforcing the rules of the house. If my child is seven years old and brings home a video game rated for a fourteen year old, it is my decision to let them play that game. Whatever consequences develop from them playing that game at such a young age are mine, and mine alone.
Left Behind: Eternal Forces seems to be getting little media attention and that may be due to it not having a release date yet. Trust me, it will get more attention. The God Factor tends to change everything, and suddenly people start having opinions. If one is to condemn violent video games, one could hardly support this game. However, quite the opposite seems more plausible this time around. This video game actually seems to be endorsed by the conservative demographic. Will this change their attitude towards other violent video games that are not religious based? Probably not.
The final test of the impact this game will have will be when a kid kills someone and claims the game made him to it. Society has no problem pointing the finger at GTA 3 or any other game with that level of content, but I wonder what their reaction to this would be. The question still remains whether or not killing in the name of God is acceptable, if not condoned, and my guess is the jury’s going to be out on this one for quite a long time. Meanwhile, I guess we’re stuck with violent video games being wrong until God says their right.
-B
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
In writing this essay, I gathered information from the following sources:
http://www.talk2action.org/story/2006/5/29/195855/959
http://www.leftbehindgames.com/
http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/games/censorship.html
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Under A Killing Moon
Death is a funny thing. I do not mean funny as in ha-ha, that guy slipped on a banana peel and broke his neck and now he is no more. What I mean is it is often embarrassing, and the reason for that is that we do not want those close to us to see us sad. We don’t want our children to see us cry, we don’t want to see our parents cry, and there are always people at a funeral that you don’t know and that just makes things awkward. They never know what to say because there really isn’t anything they can say. I was a pall bearer in a funeral two days ago and I kind of hope I never have to do that again. And the whole viewing process they do, yeah I could have gone without that.
Anyway, here’s a Sacramento band I saw at good old Shady Brady’s last night of operation (R.I.P.), check em’ out, they are called Blame Betty. I am also working on a shit load of album reviews that should be up by Sunday, as well as an essay on a controversial new video game that I talked about a few days ago. Until then, go read Sinfest. Start at the beginning.
-B
To share forever the unrest, with all the demons I possess
Anyway, here’s a Sacramento band I saw at good old Shady Brady’s last night of operation (R.I.P.), check em’ out, they are called Blame Betty. I am also working on a shit load of album reviews that should be up by Sunday, as well as an essay on a controversial new video game that I talked about a few days ago. Until then, go read Sinfest. Start at the beginning.
-B
To share forever the unrest, with all the demons I possess
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Davey Kinda-Sorta Havok
So I heard the new AFI song, the title of which I will not allow to desecrate these delicate pages of musical imagery. The song was ok, but I have heard it before. And I liked it, when it was by Green Day! Why in the hell is one of my favorite punk bands becoming Green Day? Now don’t get me wrong, I like Green Day. It’s just that I like them as Green Day, not as, say, The Clash. I would like AFI to stay AFI. ANYWAY, there will be no updates for the next three days as I will be in southern California for a funeral. See you when I get back, and stay sexy.
-B
I can’t escape walking down these halls
-B
I can’t escape walking down these halls
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Hooray For Boobies
It is hard to imagine a world without boobs. What would Madonna have worn on her Vogue tour in place of road cones? Would she have replaced them with paper plates? I can only imagine the social ramifications that would ensue in the world of fashion. All of our models would flaunt the latest fashions from Dixie Cup and Bounty. Could women wear shirts without bras? And if so, would us men still look at them? I fear the day I look at my buddy and say the phrase “man that bitch has got a great set of Chinet’s on her!” That will be a dismal day.
-B
I’m never talking to you again
-B
I’m never talking to you again
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Bitch Magnet
Why are women so fucking weird? I mean, they used to be simple. Hell, I used to be able to figure them out. Now, I’m lucky if I get their name right half the time. Now don’t get me wrong, this is not only the woman’s fault. Men play a big role in this, and whether you like it or not, I am going to explain why. So grab a beer or two, a couple of smokes, and maybe a notepad, cause I’m about to get all preachy on yer’ ass.
In the beginning, men were men. They loved one woman, fought for their country, worked the family farm or business at the age of eight, and started driving by the age of ten. That all changed with the generation known commonly as the “baby-boomers”. When this generation hit, technology was at a boom. Computers were being invented, the cold war was raging on, and the economy was booming. With this generation came a new breed of men and in consequence a new edition of the woman was bred.
Men at this time began investing in stocks, buying land for profit instead of farming, and actually going to college. The new breed was not interested in plowing corn; they want to pillage Wall Street. The women, in turn, started to become more independent. They also started going to college, getting into technology, and started putting off having a family until they were financially stable, many times without the help of a husband. This eventually led to the birth of what I like to call the “Sex In The City Girls”. I know that is a horrible name, but hear me out.
This generation of women were (and still are I would imagine) the mothers of the women that are my age. Their independent instincts carried over into my generation. The problem is that the men who were transformed into yuppies have moved on, and the women who were transformed into independent women have not. Now this is not to say women should not be independent, quite the opposite in fact. But the women of the nineties still want the men of the eighties, and the men of the eighties want the women of the forties. We want women who will cook and clean and stay at home while we make a ton of money, and they want to work and leave us at home.
The reason women are so fucked up is not that their expectations are too high (although I am sure that plays some part in all of this); it is that they want a different breed of men. They want the men that can care for them without expecting them to be subservient. They want the house and the SUV and the 2.5 kids, but they don’t want to be thought of as having that kind of lifestyle. Basically, women don’t know what they want, and they probably never will. Us men get to keep guessing until one of two things happen; one, women will figure out what the hell it is they want and will learnt to tell us that, or two, they will just give up and give in. I myself am hoping for the latter, but that could be why I am single.
-B
Can’t you help me as I’m starting to burn
In the beginning, men were men. They loved one woman, fought for their country, worked the family farm or business at the age of eight, and started driving by the age of ten. That all changed with the generation known commonly as the “baby-boomers”. When this generation hit, technology was at a boom. Computers were being invented, the cold war was raging on, and the economy was booming. With this generation came a new breed of men and in consequence a new edition of the woman was bred.
Men at this time began investing in stocks, buying land for profit instead of farming, and actually going to college. The new breed was not interested in plowing corn; they want to pillage Wall Street. The women, in turn, started to become more independent. They also started going to college, getting into technology, and started putting off having a family until they were financially stable, many times without the help of a husband. This eventually led to the birth of what I like to call the “Sex In The City Girls”. I know that is a horrible name, but hear me out.
This generation of women were (and still are I would imagine) the mothers of the women that are my age. Their independent instincts carried over into my generation. The problem is that the men who were transformed into yuppies have moved on, and the women who were transformed into independent women have not. Now this is not to say women should not be independent, quite the opposite in fact. But the women of the nineties still want the men of the eighties, and the men of the eighties want the women of the forties. We want women who will cook and clean and stay at home while we make a ton of money, and they want to work and leave us at home.
The reason women are so fucked up is not that their expectations are too high (although I am sure that plays some part in all of this); it is that they want a different breed of men. They want the men that can care for them without expecting them to be subservient. They want the house and the SUV and the 2.5 kids, but they don’t want to be thought of as having that kind of lifestyle. Basically, women don’t know what they want, and they probably never will. Us men get to keep guessing until one of two things happen; one, women will figure out what the hell it is they want and will learnt to tell us that, or two, they will just give up and give in. I myself am hoping for the latter, but that could be why I am single.
-B
Can’t you help me as I’m starting to burn
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
K-Fed For Life Homeboy
Kevin Federline is an idiot. There is no doubt in my mind that he is the worst of what male celebrities have to offer, and he’s only famous for knockin’ up Britney. I am currently reading a small interview with him in the May edition of Spin magazine, and it almost seems like he goes out of his way to prove he is not a pimp. Never was his point made so clear than when he showed up at his wedding reception in a track suit with the words “Pimp Daddy” written on them. His logic, if there is any, I can not seem to follow.
The reason he is an idiot is due to his inability to accept who he is. He believes he has done something significant in life (Dancing in You Got Served?) and that he is owed respect by the media. He is not. At the least, he is a creepy man-whore who bangs hot chicks and wears camouflage track suits. At most, he’s a douche bag who has no musical talent. K-Fed informed the interviewer that the media is forcing him to make a rap record. Ok, if he had told the media earlier that their actions will cause him to make a record, I am sure they would have left him the fuck alone.
In the course of the interview, which consisted of eleven questions, he asked “y’knowwhatI’msayin’?” twice. He then proceeded to inform us of the fact that he is a gangster because he grew up in Fresno. Apparently, a lot of his homies got locked up or ended up dead, so he’s one tough mofo from the streets, y’knowwhatI’msayin’?
Why any respectable music magazine would feel the need to interview this dick tickler, I do not know. Any interview with him is essentially a waste of paper. Make some use out of those dead trees and paint them with naked pics of Britney. At least when she isn’t talking she is ok to look at. Every time I look at K-Fed I want to bitch slap him. And if you believe what the tabloids say, apparently so does Britney.
-B
Kill me with a beat
The reason he is an idiot is due to his inability to accept who he is. He believes he has done something significant in life (Dancing in You Got Served?) and that he is owed respect by the media. He is not. At the least, he is a creepy man-whore who bangs hot chicks and wears camouflage track suits. At most, he’s a douche bag who has no musical talent. K-Fed informed the interviewer that the media is forcing him to make a rap record. Ok, if he had told the media earlier that their actions will cause him to make a record, I am sure they would have left him the fuck alone.
In the course of the interview, which consisted of eleven questions, he asked “y’knowwhatI’msayin’?” twice. He then proceeded to inform us of the fact that he is a gangster because he grew up in Fresno. Apparently, a lot of his homies got locked up or ended up dead, so he’s one tough mofo from the streets, y’knowwhatI’msayin’?
Why any respectable music magazine would feel the need to interview this dick tickler, I do not know. Any interview with him is essentially a waste of paper. Make some use out of those dead trees and paint them with naked pics of Britney. At least when she isn’t talking she is ok to look at. Every time I look at K-Fed I want to bitch slap him. And if you believe what the tabloids say, apparently so does Britney.
-B
Kill me with a beat
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