the worst taste in music

the radio dept said it better than i ever can, and that in just a title. i worked yesterday. nothing out of the ordinary. only this time it was two hours of the most glorious work time ever, followed by six and a half hours battle and torture. i arrived at the mad hatter around noon, changed into my (thankfully all black) work outfit, took the essential cup of black coffee (i love the fact that i get to make it myself, means extraextraextra strength), took a few lunch orders and decided to play the good girl and deal with some hardcore cleaning assignments. the worst thing you can do is clean the glasswasher, mainly because of the stench, but the pink disgusting muddy dirt in it doesn't help much. i had already done that the day before. the next thing on the list of cleaning you don't wanna do is cleaning the ice machine. it's filthy and you have to move what feels like a couple of millions of ice cubes, this is what i decided to deal with. in order to not just give up immediately i put on the one decent playlist we've got and imagine my surprise when i found the task to be not so bad when i could singalong to i am the resurrection and paint it black. it was totally bearable. i almost enjoyed myself.

then hell began. my colleague arrived, and say whatever you like about her, people who enjoy top 40 are never gonna get far in my book. one song was called baby. i can see why. that's the one lyric i can remember. over and over and over again. baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby. takes some real songwriting talent to make up something that eye opening. and what a gifted artist the singer must be, i mean, not only is he lacking the ability of writing his own songs, he is also incapable of choosing a songwriter with any kind of talent.

hope that was a somewhat understandable example of my personal do's and don'ts in music, because i will now bring up the actual subject of this post. why (WHYYYYYYYYYYY? POOOOOOR QUEEEEEEE? as julian casablancas would have put it) on earth do people listen to top 40? why? is it like a family thing. sunday dinner with rude boy on full volume? (it's a really crap rihanna - song about a rude boy, asking if he can get his dick up and whether or not it has the proper size) that's how i got my musical preferences. my dad. atleast he played a part in it. no he didn't introduce me to the libertines, he even thinks pete is a no good junkie, and he still does not approve of lou reed (who happens to be one of my house gods), and yes, he still thinks lemmy from motörhead is the greatest man in the music industry, but i was practically breast fed the likes of the clash, stones and dylan. that's the great part of his vinyl collection. and honestly, say what you like about old school hard rock, it's still a thousand times better than fucking blipblip house. at least the metal guys are actual musicians, not a computer nerd who got sick of wanking to youtube vids and decided that "hey, if i make serious crap music i'll actually get laid instead of playing with myself". and they do not have their mouths full of some serious ugly "jewellery", i believe it's called grillZzZzZ. and they don't have to sing about wanting to smack asses and shooting people and fuck knows what.

i've actually forgotten my purpose with this all. think i just needed to ventilate a bit, and express my hatred. i'm gonna listen to the velvet underground now, and i'm gonna think of my dad and miss his air guitar skills in front of the computer.