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Saturday, December 8, 2001 - What has happened to us, my friends? I'm becoming kind of scared. I don't think I know a lot of my friends anymore. It seems they've been soaked up in this conservative overhaul. The ideals they preach get ignored. They sing their tunes of hardship in their suburbanite homes. Everything's become a pathetic compromise. Why are many so ready to give up on life already? This attitude has killed Rock n' Roll. I hate Almost Famous, but it was right. The unadventerous, the untruthful, the unenlightened have killed music. People with no idea of life are singing about it from their glass boxes inside their five hundred thousand dollar houses. No one is willing to experience all life has to offer, instead they rather play their guitar to the feelings they have no real awareness of. The exact people who preach the richness of rock are the ones who have destroyed it. Rock was about living. Now it's fake. It's plastic emotions. I understand why Radiohead wanted to get out of the typical rock stigma. They didn't need fans that who were unable to comprehend what they were doing. Rock has become false, an illusion of living. It is now nothing but the ignorant, the deprived, the sheltered belching to void words of superficial value. Fuck that. It is a time to live! There's a real lack of just fucking shit up, enjoying life, and going all out for the sake of nothing. The ideals of people like Jim Morrison are embraced but never carried out. What made rock great was that it's pioneers created it out of human experience. Real life transformed into music. Yet now people are trying to make music transform into real life, trying to gain experience of life through music. But that does not work. Life can not be music, but music should be life. One can not understand the world through the words of another. And yet so many think they can. Ironically, I'm listening to the Doors while wearing my Eddie Bauer shirt. Welcome to the Establishment. I guess my own hypocritical actions can be used to counter my arguments. I suppose a lot of my friends will point out my faults in this analysis instead of really looking at what I'm saying to them. The next issue is the existence of the faux pas Republican outlook some of my more uncultured friends have started to develop. What is this? The bearings of the middle class wishing they were the upper class. Middle class Americans do not benefit from Republicanism. White, upperclass Americans do. And yet so many protest their beliefs as self-interest, while their interests quite obviously lie in the opposite. It is angering, yet so pathetic, that many want to think that they too are apart of this elite class while they are merely nothing but tools of it. But why does this happen? Why are my middle class droogens trampled on by corporate interest yet protect it at the same time? It's almost impossible for me to explain. I guess there is a strong sense of desire among the underbelly to feel like they are apart of something. Maybe they don't understand it, maybe they get abused by it, but at least they're part of something. And that's more then I can say about myself. I don't know what to do. I don't know even know how I can talk to the many affected former friends. I don't understand my friends dependency on being acecpted, on being liked, on being obsessed with music that doesn't reflect their lives at all, on being socialized, on rationalizing their irrationalities, on believing in things that do not exist. I wonder if I can look into their eyes without laughing or crying. I see most of them and think, how can you let that idiocy take you over? Why do you insist on being so hypocritical, so boring, so melodramatic? Why do you not want to live out what has been given to you, what are you scared of? Maybe this is really a plea to my friends to start evaluating their lives and their values. Maybe I want things to be the way they were. Maybe I'm finding a reason to be angry at people I have other issues with. But right now, I just hope people can realize I am worried about them. This machine will, will not communicate
sorry to break your heart kids
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