Wednesday, January 13, 2010

This is NOT art.

It's that time again, and America's favorite indicator of everything wrong with the soulless-ass music industry is back. That's right, it's time for a new season of utter prepackaged CRAP passing for art on American Idol. The show and it's immense popularity disgusts me on so many levels there's not enough space on the internet to list all of them. As someone who appreciates music as art, and to whom playing music is a very important part of their life, the existence of Idol is borderline insulting.

"Hey kid, now that you have a tween demographic and soccer mom approved look and image, just bordering on barely edgy in some cases, here's a list of focus tested, market researched, formulaic pop songs for you to do karaoke to on an album. Now go make us rich."

You can't really be too mad at the contestants. Really all their doing is putting up with some bullshit to try and get a record deal, which is what any artist would do, to a certain extent. And I think the successful few have kind of disassociated themselves with it after the fact. My vitriol for Idol is for the people who think this is music or art, whether they be fans, or people involved with the show. American Idol is NOT art, it is NOT interesting and it is CERTAINLY not representative of real music, and it's shameful that it passes for all three. So without further ado, here's a list of ten highly unpleasant things I'd rather do than have anything to do with American Idol, in no particular order:

1. Watch old people get it on.
2. Get stung in the balls by a wasp.
3. Go to the DMV
4. Hang out with any socical class I generally feel is inferior to my own (hillbillies, ghetto, bro's.)for an hour
5. Get punched in the face.
6. Watch a romantic comedy (as long as it doesn't feature Cameron Diaz or Ashton Kutcher)
7. Give Sean Combs (I refuse to use any of his stupid nicknames) the time of day.
8. Listen to Kanye West speak for one minute.
9. Try to explain Watchmen to a redneck.
10. Cover myself in meat-stink and run through a crowd of emaciated coyotes.

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