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Video Hits had a special, Top 100 Videos of All Time countdown last weekend, and the weekend before.
Now, when this sort of thing is put to the public, generally, 'of all time' means just that. A large collection of popular videos from the 70s, 80s, 90s and maybe a few from the 00s.
But ohhhhh no. Not Video Hits. The people who voted for these songs have got to be really thick to vote for a majority of shitty songs that came out THIS year, as opposed to awesome tracks from several years ago, who have accompanying videos that are pretty amazing. Now, I voted...sounds hypocritical, but I wasted my $2.50 or so of Credit on GOOD songs. I voted for Mr. Brightside by The Killers, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen and Sunburn by Muse.
The other thing that really pisses me off, along with the shitty new crap that got into the countdown, that people actually voted sensibly, like me, and in the long run, have wasted their money, because all the teeniebopper assholes outvoted the GOOD songs with the crappy mainstream bullshit.
In the top 10, as I recall, only THREE songs weren't released this year. They were Kiss from a Rose by Seal, All the Small Things by Blink 182 (YES!!) and Thriller by Michael Jackson, which was number one. Go figure.
Going mainstream can be a blessing or a curse, depending on the band. Take Snow Patrol, for instance. Now, they're an awesome band. They weren't always Snow Patrol either. They released a few EPs (I think) under the name The Reindeer Section. And as Snow Patrol, they have three albums. Songs for Polar Bears, Final Straw and Eyes Open.
All of them are fantastic albums, don't get me wrong...but the fact that when people hear ONE song from the new album, fall in love with it, and claim that they 'FrEakiN LoVe SnOw PaTrol' is so fucking ridiculous. IT'S ONE SONG!! God. At least buy the Album.
And the worst part is, when I bait a Snow Patrol 'lover' by asking which album they like best, all I get in return is 'Oh, I don't really know, I only like Chasing Cars.'
Or:
'how much did you pay for Snow Patrol? I heard they sold out.'
'I think it was, like, $70. But I don't care...as long as they play Chasing Cars.'
*rips hair out*
If you're going to get into a band, for god's sake, buy their album. Buy their back catalogue. Buy tickets to their shows! But, under NO circumstances do you go to a show only knowing a few songs.
At the Killers gig two weeks ago, sitting where I was sitting, I was convinced that I was the only one who knew the words to every song they did. The people around me were singing along too, but only to the songs that got flogged on the Radio. I couldn't even hear them doing Mr. Brightside because of all the idiots who were singing along.
And here's more proof that people only care about the popular songs. During their show, they performed Tranquilize, a brand-new song from their Rarities, B-Sides and Covers album, Sawdust.
A vast majority of people around me took their eyes off the stage, and began mucking around with their phones. Shows how dedicated Australian Killers fans are.
I sang every word.
Enough said.
- Location:Your wardrobe.
- Mood:
enraged - Music:Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
haha. I forgot about this page. I'm pretty fucking stupid.
I just added Miss Moira and Alicakes to my friends list...hopefully they won't get freaked out and don't know who I am.
RANT:
2 days till I'm legal. Which means, many a bottle of Rodenbach, many a trip into Club X for body chocolate and handcuffs, and more trips to Dan Murphy's to perve at the Moet & Chandon until I get kicked out.
Only cool people have Livejournal. Hence, Me, Alicakes and Moira being the coolest damn biatches from our circle.
I'm having a party saturday night, and quite frankly, I'm thrilled to hear so many people that are coming getting so into it and what they're gonna wear. Joel, my ex-boyfriend, for instance, is looking for a Purple Velvet Suit. That, I can't wait to see. And his mate Danny, Bendigo Bomber extraordinaire, is looking for a suit too, but if the search bears no fruit, he's gonna come in Wu Tang Gear. F
Fucking Suave, Danny Manning....
In other news, I may be going to see a certain Neu-Rave band from the UK who I just happen to adore. That's right, kids....KLAXONS. I almost died when I found out...*squeeeaal*
Righto...I've run out of things to crap on about...
Oh...besides the fact that a majority of my friends are assholes, and that I'm failing Year 12.
Pfft.
Clare OUT.
x
- Location:Brandon Flowers' Underwear Drawer.
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:Your Love Alone Is Not Enough - Manic Street Preachers
Fuck...I've got a LiveJournal now.
Brace yourselves.
Me.
I'm Clare. *waves* I'm almost 18 and live in the most uninspiring town ever to be founded. The end.
Music is my life. I can't go a single day without thinking about it, listening to it, talking about it, and attempting to create it. Unfortunately, my Guitar is ridiculously out of tune and I haven't the faintest idea on how to play the thing properly.
Oh Well.
In saying all that, my Favourite band is The Killers. When I heard them for the first time, at Midnight on July 9th, 2004 (Yeah...I remembered the date. I'm that awesome.) the world the way I saw it changed. Completely. Brandon Flowers has the kind of charisma and stage presence that makes you feel like you never want to take your eyes off him. I bought Hot Fuss the next day. I didn't care about the fact that I barely knew them. I just felt like I was meant to fall in love with them. And I did. And still am.
Aside from Music, my other loves are writing and acting. I write what I want. Even if the people reading it are too naive and stupid to understand. Subconciously, I write what I desperately want, but know I'm never gonna have. I like to think I'm a good writer, but I suppose having this journal will give me some feedback if I ever post one of my stories on here.
Acting is a hard thing to do. When you're given complicated characters, it's really hard to get in touch with what they're about. But I like to think that I try my best in developing what I've been given. So far I've played a woodcutter, a pregnant, homophobic teenager, and I've yet to embark on the roles of an 8-year-old child who thinks she's a police officer, a male smart-ass of a lawyer, an eccentric neighbour, and an easily corrupted young woman who gets accused of witchcraft.
My friends are probably the most inspiring people I know. They've all encountered happiness, grief, incomprehensible anger and pure bliss, and we've all been there for each other every single step of the way.
OK...I'm ranting now. I best go before I hurt myself.
xx
- Mood:
artistic - Music:Two Recievers - Klaxons
