martes, 14 de octubre de 2008

El mundo pseudo-alternativo

Gracias a esa cosa llamada “moda”, ciertos sectores poblacionales cambian radicalmente su aspecto físico para parecer de los sesenta, rockeros, o punks (aunque sigan siendo la misma mier… persona). Esto, todo sea dicho, me toca la moral bastante. No lo soporto. Creo que al menos la mitad sobran. Pero hay una serie de subtipos de gente sin personalidad, no necesariamente conversos gracias a la moda, que me dan asco incluso con más intensidad. Son los personajes que van por la vida de:

1. Mira-qué-increíblemente-experto-en-el-panorama-musical-actual-antiguo-y-que-todavía-no-se-ha-inventado-soy-no-no-hace-falta-que-me-beséis-los-pies-que-yo-regalo-mi-sabiduría-de-forma-altruista
2. Mira-qué-punk-soy-con-mi-camiseta-de-los-ramones-aunque-sólo-haya-escuchado-blitzkrieg-bop-y-crea-que-se-llama-hey-ho-let’s-go
3. Mira-qué-bien-toco-con-mi-instrumento-caro-comprado-por-mis-papis-y-mis-súper-clases-de-conservatorio-que-a-mí-no-me-tose-ni-eric-clapton-hombre-no-no-os-arrodilléis-que-yo-estoy-aquí-para-mostrar-al-mundo-mi-increíble-talento.
4. Mira-qué-hippie -soy-con-mi-falda-hippie-de-cien-euros-mis-sandalias-hippies-de-doscientos-euros-y-mi-bolso-hippie-de-ciento-cincuenta
5. Mira-qué-rockero-soy-con-mi-camiseta-de-zara-con-la-palabra-rock-en-ella-aunque-crea-que-all-my-loving-es-de-los-manolos-y-no-de-los-beatles
6. Mira-qué-alternativo-soy-con-unas-converse-una-camiseta-de-rayas-y-cuatro-canciones-de-franz-ferdinand-aunque-luego-en-la-intimidad-escuche-pachanga


Vale, respecto al tema de los instrumentos un 10% es envidia. Pero el 90% restante es repulsa a la hipocresía.



Cake – Rock’n’roll Lifestyle


Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly.
How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzzi?
And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket?
Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket?

Now tickets to concerts and drinking at clubs,
Sometimes for music that you haven't even heard of.
And how much did you pay for your rock'n'roll t-shirt
That proves you were there,
That you heard of them first?

How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
Ah, tell me.

How much did you pay for the chunk of his guitar,
The one he ruthlessly smashed at the end of the show?
And how much will he pay for a brand new guitar,
One which he'll ruthlessly smash at the end of another show?
And how long will the workers keep building him new ones?
As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones.
And how long will the workers keep building him new ones?
As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones.

Aging black leather and hospital bills,
Tattoo removal and dozens of pills.
Your liver pays dearly now for youthful magic moments,
But rock on completely with some brand new components.


How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle?

Excess ain't rebellion.
You're drinking what they're selling.
Your self-destruction doesn't hurt them.
Your chaos won't convert them.
They're so happy to rebuild it.
You'll never really kill it.
Yeah, excess ain't rebellion.
You're drinking what they're selling.
Excess ain't rebellion.
You're drinking,
You're drinking,
You're drinking what they're selling.