on snobbery and abominations

yesterday was hard. on the plus side, i managed to disregard most of the bureaucratic bullshit for the day. we're reached our deadline without making it, and overtime's not pretty.

i got home tired, frustrated and edgy. singer came over, the kid rocked up, and we talked for quite a while before beginning to argue about random bullshit.

i went to the lizard alone (the kid wasn't feeling good) to show support for the mongoose and freshmeat's venture. aside from an uncomfortable quantity of smoke, and an amusing and shocking moment where a girl's hair caught fire while i was chatting to her and i put out the blaze (the smell of charred curls leaves much to be desired), i have the following to say:

i cannot abide by hip-hop, r&b or anything else from this uninspired and uninteresting excuse for a genre. it used to be the case that the beats were fun to dance to, but even that no longer holds true.

the music's not even complex enough to make what i could consider noise, it's like a mosquito buzzing discretely (in the mathematical sense) aggravatingly in my ear...
watching a bunch of kids who'd boogie to the macarena writhing and gyrating gracelessly to the sounds produced by uneducated and unintelligent should-be failures who'd serve the world better by working in supermarket checkouts is cause enough to drink myself stupid.

unfortunately for me, even that level of stupid isn't enough to find the dj's saving grace. how can it be that so many people on this planet will settle for whatever shit comes out the speakers, on the sole condition that it's what's played on the radio?

i find it increasingly difficult to determine whether bad taste's direction of influence is from the radio or from the listeners.