Some things never change.
I used to be in a Punk Band.
One time, we went on a tour, which I wrote about.
Here’s an excerpt:
…The headliner—J Bigga—was somewhat of an enigma to us. The group has songs on iTunes, and had placed posters everywhere notifying Las Vegas of that fact. I finished packing up my gear and went to watch for a bit, and couldn’t believe my eyes. The “musicians” weren’t playing…If the pantomiming didn’t make it hard enough for me to take Mr. Bigga seriously, his ridiculous lyrics (i.e. “someone told me your mom’s a milf” and “you’ve got herpes so you can’t have my spermies”), constant self promotion and mockery of the audience made it impossible. We should have taken cues from False Verdict and left immediately after we were done performing…
Turns out homeboy found the blog and made a comment:
Dude the whole band was laughig our assesss off when we read this
u rok,
J
For some reason I just found this comment tonight. Curious, I went to Mr. Bigga Bigga’s MySpace page to see if our genius was still at work. I wasn’t disappointed:
you give me puppies, puppies, puppies in my heart!
sad sad puppies as long as we’re apart
(from the chorus of puppies)
As you can see, some things never change. If you’re interested in the degeneration of the human species, listen to Miley Cyrus…
I may not make the leaderboard, and I may not get any more than 9 likes on a given post, but I sleep well at night knowing that I make a bigger contribution to society when I walk to my bus stop listening to music and communicating with no one than Mr. Bigga Bigga does by donning makeup, Autotune, and immaturity.
