I know I can talk something up.
That is one of my skills.
I can also talk something down.
Rip it into little tiny pieces and then devour those pieces just so I can rip it again.
Of course, I often think I am being critical and biting, while most people just think I am being foolish and bitter.
I think it swings both ways.
And sometimes on the same subject matter.
Example: think about my passionate hate for the ridiculous TV Show “Scrubs”. I fucking that show. What makes me laugh, is every 3 or 4 months, someone will look at me, and saying something similar to,
“Hey, Steve, you like Scrubs yeah?”
“NO!” And I always spit out the same, ranty 50 second diatribe detailing exactly what I hate about it. For those of you who have never heard it, Zac Braff cops a particularly hateful hiding.
Anyway, it wasn’t that long ago that I really loved that show. How I used to go on and on about how much I loved it and why it was so good. I used to feel better after watching each episode.
Swings both ways see.
On Friday evening, I saw Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All at the Prince of Wales in St. Kilda, my favourite venue in Melbourne. I love that place, for gigs. Never been there on a Saturday night. Anyway, I was very excited about the show. Ever since Marianne first showed me their live performance on The Jimmy Fallon Show, I have been intrigued by this group. So young, so passionate and angry. So defiant and rebellious. Check it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlGWRPnp0ok
Damn. Just watched it again, and I still go “Fuck yeah!” watching it. “It’s the WOLF GANG!”. So good. So over the top and incredible. So young too. And such smartarses.
I am no Odd Future afficiando. I like some of their stuff. I have heard their mixtape and listened to some of the solo stuff (namely Tyler’s Mixtape and album, Hodgy’s album and Left Face’s). I don’t know their stuff intimately; in fact, I am quiet far away from. Odd Future make me think how amazing it would have been to see The Wu-Tang Clan back in 1993, when they were young and free.
It was the show I was looking forward too. Hopefully we would get some chaos, some crazy, yelling, swearing, middle fingers, fuck you’s, and some crowd surfing.
And that’s what we got. But we got plenty of slurring, sloppy bullshit too. But that is what you get with Odd Future I guess.
I am not a person who the pigeon hole. I hate when people try and pigeon hole me. You are a Generation Y or X, artsy, anti-mainstream, non ironic atheist who listens to extreme metal and jazz because while some people like extreme metal, or jazz, so very few like both.
And sure, I make fun, or pigeon hole. I can take one look at a person, and reel off a sentence that I think sums them up. I think my one sentence says all there is and ever will be. As good as I obviously think I am, as confident I am that I am 100 percent correct, nothing actually pleases me more than to be proven wrong.
I know you’re thinking that it’s easy to say that in hindsight (I figured she was a stuck up bitch, when infact she was really friendly and I was the bitch…) but I like being proven wrong. I have a tendency to dismiss people I don’t like by referring to them as one dimensional caricatures. That ain’t much respect there. Tell me I’m wrong. Show me you’re better than that.
But then that lends itself to further pretences. Who the fuck do I think I am that people need to prove themselves to me? I hate when people say that. Oh, you’re actually pretty cool. I thought you were a dick when I met you, and ugly too. Thanks buddy. But you’re not a dick. Thanks.