I am only 25 but inside me is the soul of a bitter and twisted old man. The following are letters of complaint written by my inner old man. Don't take it too seriously, I'm not in a bad mood at all despite evidence to the contrary.
Dear Music Industry,
You have proved to me that history does indeed repeat itself. History is apparently just one shit cover version after another.
Please write some new songs. I don't mean steal and old tunes and put new lyrics to them. I mean actually write new songs with new music. I wasn't fooled when you put new lyrics to "If I were a rich man". I'm sure your target demographic was, but then again how old are they? Two or three max.
Seriously if I catch you pulling that shit again I going to shove copies of Vitamin C's "Graduation song" up your collective arses. Maybe then you'll think twice before ruining classical music.
The really scary thing is I'm hearing tunes that don't sample the orignal songs, they are sampling the remixes of cover versions. It is like some perverse musical game of chinese whispers.
Oh and give me something I can sing to for crying out loud.
Eat shit and die,
Old man 'rone
Dear "Cool" Teenagers,
You have spikey coloured hair, piercings, skanky clothes, a "wealth" of blissful ignorance (that you wear as a badge of honour) and mobile phones with really fucking annoying ring tones. This doesn't make you rugged individualists. It makes you metally defective conformists. Everybody rebels in the same way. You may as well wear a fucking suit and tie.
please die,
Old man 'rone
P.S. Those other kids you keep teasing will be your bosses one day.
Dear Hot Natural Readheads,
Yes we know you got made fun of in primary school. Who looks stupid now though? Please stop dying your hair blonde. Blondes are a dime a dozen. Blondes are generic. We don't need any more blondes. Not to say I don't like blondes, I love blondes, but a hot natural redhead has rarity value that far supasses anything else the universe has created or will create.
Keep it real,
Dirty old man 'rone
Dear Men with comb-overs,
What do you think leaves you with less dignity?: a) A bald head or
a comb-over that flaps around in the wind and makes you look utterly pathetic.
Face it, you're not fooling anybody.
Happy hair cuts,
Old man 'rone
Dear Emos,
Remember to slash diagonally not across. I'm afraid you rather annoy me, you floppy haired, depressed, self-obsessed, pretentious fucks.
Life really is a dark abyss and there is only one escape,
Old man 'rone
Dear Traffic Light window washers,
So you are actually trying to work for a living and we are meant to respect that right? After all you could just beg for money. Get this though: I can clean my windscreen for FREE at any local service station or even, how's this for amazing, at home. If I give you money it is out of the kindness of my own black withered heart, not because you are providing some vital exclusive service. How about offering a service people can't get for free?
Next time one of you try it I'll run you over and get another one of you to clean the bloody mess off my car for sheer irony value.
I'm evil, don't piss me off,
Old man 'rone
Dear Planet Earth,
I know giving birth to the human species was unplanned. How do you feel about retro-active abortion?
Curious,
Old man 'rone