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Well Haven’t We Sold Out.


We’ve all heard of the reality shows, Australian Idol, American Idol, X-factor, etc, etc. Well just to clarify, I do not watch reality shows on a regular basis, I find them to be the worst of what the entertainment industry has to offer. But X-Factor happened to be on TV as my roommate and I were cleaning the house, even then the vacuum cleaner seemed to offer better entertainment, the way it sucks up all that dust and that irritating sound that it exudes is clearly untapped musical potential, makes me think I should enter it into the next X-factor.

I’m not saying all of them were horrid, but comeeeeeeee ooonnnn more boy groups, they used to be the butt of the joke in the 90’s! Yes these over-valued music companies fund these boy band cloning factories, its horrible, the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever seen on reality TV, ONE DIRECTION JUDGING THESE NEW “ARTISTS”, YES JUDGING. WHAT IN HOLY HELL HAS HAPPENED TO THE WORLD. This isn’t even the worst of it. I quote “One Direction the best boy band in the world”. Now there’s a perfectly normal English sentence.

Don’t even get me started on Kesha joining the freak show as a guest judge. I’ll let her music video explain(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iP6XpLQM2Cs). I’m sure that’s the most Auto-tuned song in the existence of Auto-tune. So obviously she makes peoples ears bleed.

If these are the “musicians” that the younger generation are idolizing, then what is to come of the real elbow grease, hard at it, back breaking artists who are doing it tough by working their way up, but have real musical talent, are they expected to sell out as well?

I guess I’m just disappointed in the music industries tapping into this “teenybopper” demographic, getting them hooked while they’re young and having no real clue what real musical talent is.
Well I’m also fed up of the constant commercialised music on radio, turning the car into a nightclub, It gets to the point that I would rather listen to the advertisement, or even better spending money on a sound system to hook up my Ipod to the car.

Well here’s a toast to the assassination of music as we know it!

Yours the firmly horrified

Alexander Vince

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Shit happens so get used to it.


After an hour of clipping photos together into a massive collage for my desktop, on my colourful laptop, and seeing the end result, a sense of happiness appeared, out of nowhere, one which i haven’t experienced for a while, which made me think, hey fuck it i am utterly disorganised why stick to a plan? Have you ever planned to plan?

So i think my past should stay the past, i will let you in on my life as it goes, and when the time suits i will tell you a story or five hundred…

Many of you would have to agree, “shit happens”, except there is a minority which have the advantage of ignorance, and i would have to agree “ignorance is bliss”.

Yet ignorance doesn’t help when your foreskin tears, and you have never bled so much in your life. I know what your thinking, it would be along the lines of “What the fuck”, well I’ll spare you of the pleasantries, but i have to admit, even though i was looking at the pool of blood on the bed, as well as the ever so bleeding phallus of mine, and blood soaked hands, i wasn’t so bothered, i believe the lovely girl in question was more so bothered, and quite apologetic… but to be honest, i rather myself quite happy to be in company of such a beautiful young lady. which is why the title of this blog relates to this story so much, shit definitely happened, and i definitely got used to it(especially the pain, and blue balls that accompanied it).

Now its 3.20 am on a Tuesday morning, another sleepless night i must say, but tonight, i have talked much of life, death, and love, with a long known friend and lover. Where she has both loved and lost family and friends, she has but surrendered hope even when it nears Christmas, this is when during our long and devoted conversation a question occurred. “Have you ever thought in the end whose eyes will you last be looking into before you move on?” I have to admit i was stumped, i don’t think anybody can tell you that, nor can you tell yourself, but i have to say when my loving grandfather passed away, it was his loyal and loving wife my nan, that was at his side, hopefully the last person he saw before he finally retired his shining armour.

Now i do believe my post tonight has become momentarily a little down, but with an amazing life comes death, and sometimes you just have to get “used to it” to put it bluntly, not to say you shouldn’t mourn, but i am extremely definantly sure that the person you mourn would never want you to be so unhappy.

On a happier note with only a few more days left, i do believe Parkes has shown me a wonderful group of people, a definite time well spent, and has changed me for the better.

Now i leave you with a statement which i hope you try to decipher to mean something, for example “ignorance”, “stupidity” and so forth, but say your reasons why..

“i see said the blind man, to the deaf man”

Yours who got used to it and still trying,

Alexander Vince

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