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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Glee: Warning negative review!

      It strikes me as incredibly unappealing granted I haven't fully watched one episode of it.  I tried, but couldn't even get through the first one, and so while my roommate has it on while I watch Running Man.   I suppose the story is okay covering topics on sexuality (?)  The whole idea of being in high school seriously did not appeal to me though having not enjoyed high school.  Anyways, story aside, covering popular songs bothers me most.

From here on "Original" is just a title to contrast from "Glee."  It may not be the 1st interpretation of a song.
  
Particularly:   Renditions of "All that Jazz" from Chicago.


Compare this "Glee" version to the movie:
                                                 Catherine Zeta Jones is smoking HOT!!!
                                             
Completely out of context which one seems better?
Personally: the second.    Then again I am speaking on a bias (who isn't?).  I knew about Glee before I watched Chicago but I actually watched Chicago.

I know I am taking this out of context, but I am evaluating these videos as Youtube presents it: as a music video of its own.  I say that the Glee version doesn't measure up.

I know that even the movie version isn't the "original," but Glee's version sucks overall.

Another f***'d up "Glee" version:


Original:

Gangnam style by Psy

Clearly one is better than the other.

1) Glee does not introduce a person to new music.  It only utilizes popular music for its own purposes. I never heard of a Glee rendition of Daft Punk music as of 1/26/2013.
2) Glee is an organization or cast of people represented as a show that degrades popular music.  I don't like the fact that Glee profits off of using popular music on a large scale compared to individuals doing Youtube Covers.  This regurgitation of everyday popular music makes the songs/show stale.
3) I don't like the fact that people actually prefer to listen to the Glee version.  Why?  Because when the Glee production crew interprets popular music, they add in a popular music twist to it thus normalizing the music to the age.  i.e. When you listen to the original interpretation of "Gangnam style" or "All the Jazz"(movie or broadway records) or Queen songs, you can see that they are all different than when they are presented on Glee.

"Original":  "Piece of my Heart"  by Janis Joplin.



            There is a CLEAR difference here.  Janis Joplin is known for her voice which I think is throaty, and rock hard.  Clearly a singer for a particular genre.  However, the glee project destroys "Piece of my Heart" with a probably auto tuned voice common for pop songs.

A Little Word of Wisdom from Everybody's favorite:
Simon Cowell



I hate Simon Cowell, but he does make a point in this video.  "It is a wrong thing to do to impersonate a boy band that no longer matters," he said.  True.  This generation is ready for something new.  For someone who constantly judges these singing competitions, it must be tiring to constantly hear the same rotation of pop song covers good or bad.  And for those who win, it is important to realize that there are many good singers in this world-that isn't uncommon.  Those singers should learn to create for themselves.  Likewise, instead of ripping off someone else's, Glee should create their own music.







Saturday, January 5, 2013

Warning: Personal rant: fucking mom

I can't put this on Facebook, so I'll just say it here.
Oh my fucking mom.  
Today you have come to meet me 2 hours late.  
Then when I ask you to make a reservation at a very popular place you don't listen to me saying instead that by the time we get there, we won't have to wait.  
Then the people tell us to wait and I say I don't want to talk to you and you explode.
Like you exploded many times before.  

In fact my whole unhappy childhood was all because of you.  
those hours and hours wasted at a many different learning center.  
My shyness, my explosive anger, my irrationality at times were all because of your 
explosive anger.  Oh how I hated you.  and I still hate you.  
Sometimes I am good with you. 
But most times I legit-ly forget about you.  
How you tried to pick my major for me.  
And told me I couldn't make it into the college I am in now.
How you told me I should drop out of the honors program
while making me take after school classes.

Being rich is great.  Just great.  
I learned no value of money.   
 As long as I appear obedient.  
like you made your husband your lap dog.

And recently you blamed your sister's death
on herself and not her cancer.
You didn't go to her funeral because 
you called her foolish.  
what a kind, loving, caring mother till the end.  

We applaud you.  
As a final work I have to say:
fuck you.   




Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Getting shot- work in progress

looking back:

      I was just standing next to a bus stop when a 1999 GMC suv stopped right in front of me.  The person at shot gun leaned his head out of the car to look around to see if anyone else was around (which nobody was), and pulled out his pistol. And then, I felt my heart jump from 70 bpm to like 130 bpm because I saw that his black pistol under his jacket was aiming at me.  I started asking myself what he wanted from a muscle less, bland, and more importantly-poor- wreck like me until he whispered for me to get into the car.
      My mind focused on my eyes which were fixed on his gun.  When he repeated his command, my eyes shifted to his bright brown eyes.  I was like a deer in head lights.  He whispered for me to get into the car around six times, but I wouldn't move.  He must've taken my inaction as retaliation because his command for me to get in came out harsher the seventh time, and he moved his pistol forward this time telling me he would seriously shoot.  But his words only caused me to moved back a step.  And he was serious, so he shot.  I fell.
     I've read on the internet that being shot is like a glowing iron stake being shoved into the area you were shot.  Though I've never had a stake though me, I felt as though this pain description was accurate.  Because even when I fell, I couldn't hear the thud or feel myself fall over the pain in my knee.
     Anyways, the guy who was at shot gun moved to the back seat, opened the side door of the car and forced me in by my collar.



To edit:
It sounds a little bit rushed as I read it.  and sometimes doesn't seem to connect.  want to put in details some places, but don't know how at moment.  Want to flow in thought/ make sense.
   
At the moment:
      I wanted to do a present tense narrative of a scene but it's difficult and not often done because it would sound more like a conversation.

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