Today's events... are non-sequencial nor are they important.
And I'm quickly growing impatient with the constant mournings of star-crossed lovers. Unless prose and poetry are used in their states of lamentation over the absence of the other, their wailing and moaning seems almost childish and pathetic. Worse off, annoying.
Which is why I'm becoming desensitized to the entire emo movement. First off the high, screechy vocals occupy 80% of all lead-singer's range. In otherwords, every-other emo band I hear I mistake for Saves the Day because the lyrics, the style, and the frontman are almost exactly the same. What makes it worse is their tendency to attempt to scream. If you want to sing and then scream, that's fine. As long as the contrast and transition aren't so completely jarring that one has to cover one's ears momentarily to complete the transition without the casualty of an eardrum. Case in point: Dashboard Confessional. Enough said.
And another thing... vintage clothes and thrift-shop boutique were fabulous, until each emo band I've seen onstage have reverted to complete 70's attire without the faintest hint of modern style. Yes, the 70's was an incredible era. But it's time has passed, and now it's our turn to re-invent fashion as ours.
I need something more melodic and pleasant for the ears at the moment, thank you very much.
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