Re: Jimmy's drunk friend's comments on Me and GF

so this guy at a bar tells me how to play. says my singings not quite right, until he hears it used in a punk setup. literally tells me "dude you sing badly". i mean what the fuck. you know? and then even goes so far as to say "dude your songs have no structure". i mean come the fuck on. get the fuck of, and get the fuck out. you cant fucking tell me how to do my shit. i mean... this is pure conservative shit bottom line. we have the freedom & right to compose in whichever way we chose. this guy simply doesnt seem to get it. he's like "who're you playing for". and when i said myself of course, he was like, "well there's your problem." and im just thinking... what a fucking motherfucker. music is art, if you treat it like that. for this guy, music is work, and not art. i make art, not laborious copycat shit. he and jimmy were on stage just playing nonsense in front of a crowd of drunken bums, and surprise surprise they loved it. but yeah... i was just like... what the fuck is this. the 88 has degraded into something horrible. and then to get accosted by a guy saying my music is the shit bit. ill have you know we've gotten great reviews by alot of open mics. winning over the guys at andymans was a huge feat. but then also at rumba we had the crowd into it. but i mean... its just like... this guy... i guess i can't take criticism. but i wasn't ready for criticism either. like... look at me. i don't feel like playing, becausethis guy filled my ears with poison. i really only need to be concerned with me and my art, not these fuckers who come up and naysay it. if they dont get it, then dont buy it, fucker. but the way that gyu was talking, i dont think i really wanted him to either hhe. and his condescending manner, trying to "tell me how it is". itsl ike dude, i get it, you dont like it, but dont try and fucking convince me you have "the truth" and ive "got it wrong". thats just fucking fallacy-full of idiotic contrivancies. just step the fuck back and don't bother speaking. the dude... trying to say our music was "too difficult" to apply a guitar track to. because it had "no structure". hah, but then it didn't end there, he even went so far as to say i was "talking too much" for him to get it. i mean... seriously. what a fucking rediculous piece of shit. i wonder though if jimmy talked to his friend about us not giving him a ride. looking back, he must have. and then the guy basically was at our throats after basically before not really caring. but yeah. one friend trying to battle back against another guy for a second friend. it worked, but not because he was good, but instead, because i was so weak in my confidence over my work. i mean its something i havent done much, and like, the last thing you want when you go on stage is to feel doubt. like, i make a whole gig out of just not caring about other peoples opinoins and shit, just putting my shit out there, and then winning fans that way. because people appreciate you for what you are. and if they dont, they leave. and its that simple. its about being open minded enough to accept something challenging and good into your hearts. i like putting out challenging work. if you dont get it, maybe you need to go watch another fucking... star trek. but as is, my stuff isnt that weird to bgin with, im just doing beats, words, how hard is it to imagine someone does beatlesesque vocal harmonies. and then to call what i do math rock. dude, i'd call you a drunk cock. he called jazz his bane and metal his home. i'd reverse that. metal is fucking headache music. the dude was a fucking twat. trying to come up to me, even going so far as to listen to my stuff, in the car, and then like... basically... talking it down as best he could. i mean i think i won the guys respect by taking the time to even go and show him a track. now thats fucking balls. take a dude who literally talks your shit down, calls it "mathrock" and other shit. and then show him a track, and challenging him to take it, and apply his critical mind to it. and in the end, he found alot he liked. that makes me happy. because bottom line is, even when a critic comes along, and cant deny that there's goodness there, then bam, that's the goods. now to be surprised when someone picks apart your music for something it just isnt, then what can you do except tell them theyre reviewing a piss poor way. im not trying to be anything, music is just sound, it simply exists. if it moves you, great. but the point is, sound is just there, if you have an issue with it, walk away, so you cant hear it any longer. simple shit. math rock ... how about drunk fuck. what a fucking twat. trying tot alk down by shit. even going so far as to say mark e smith wasnt known by anybody. in the right circles sure, but half the bands you named me werent anywhere near as good as mark e smith. but at the end of the day its called belief. i believe in mark e smith. you might not. but dont go so far as to do the whole evangelizing tactic of trying to ply people from their beliefs. i feel like ive been attempted for a converting. and i shook it off, but i didn't like it. thats the thing. i believe my shit, you yours. try to proselytize? get ostrasized. dont fucking come up to me and try talking down my shit, and expect me to ever give you the oppertunity to do it again. you, sir, are a fucking twat. your music sucks. and you arent in a position to really interpret right from wrong. you dont get it right yourself. youre a sham of a band, and your music is a failed attempt. dont let your failing mind motivate you to try and give me criticisms on my art. i didnt go so far as to assume my own initial observations of your racket were true. truth is a heady thing. and when it comes to taste, to art, there are many tastes, and you, your taste just doesnt get satisfied by my racket. fair enough, seeing as how we dont have the same taste to begin with, at least when im writing the song. so... 2+2 buddy. simple shit. simple fucking shit.