right. though the idea of introducing myself and consequently my intentions is nearly as repugnant to me as goat cheese and vomit jelly bellies, my boring adolescent and, later, occupational disposition has coerced me into trying it out every now and then. inhumane, right? but it's a lesson in life: don't just swallow and get it over with; you've gotta chew to stay afloat, learn your boundaries and, finally, know what's right for you and only you (as opposed to settling for 'universals'). this axiom brings to light all the shit we've taken from the ones around us, those who've un/consciously made that (+/-, but ultimately ridiculous) impression on our malleable characters, these are the clothes we wear, the habits or tastes that we've adopted, and even that goddamn quirk that makes our lovers blush. it's not our own, no, but its of someone we've known or cared about at some point in our lives, or at least respected on a certain level. is this not bad enough in developing our person?
so why the fuck do we willingly allow ourselves to get manipulated by corporate investments?? because of some soaringly aged and gluttonous collective, that's why.. Gargantuas on his 'capitalist' throne, gleaming behind the curtain of young hired actors, where the degree of sex appeal is directly related to the absurdity of the cheque responsible. we buy cause they sell it. they sell cause..well, let's face it, there's a hint of godliness in omnipotence.
i'm not perfect. it's true, but not because i'm entirely ignorant, no. but because my argument's flawed, i'm biased. okay, i admit, my pet peeves are people, but mainly those whose pride is secured by the hollywood value set on their property. it floors me hardest when a friend flaunts his $500 widget. dude, get a fucking life. or better yet, a book. get educated.
allow me to interrupt myself.
if for some reason you care, i didn't start this blog as an outlet for my grievances. not entirely, at least. i was approached by an old highschool chum, currently affiliated with a little underground shoe business by the name of dunnit. some of you might be familiar with the shoes as they're associated in many walks of life, no pun intended. i was recommended in fronting their music department.. of sorts. i researched the organization and goddammit, their philosophy's golden.. and that's exactly why they'll stay underground and they're fine with that. and i love that about em.. nevermind the solid product, i'm not here to pitch, there are advocates who'll pitch you dunnits at every club or music store in toronto; i'm not getting paid for this, its none of my concern. anyways, said chum is a musician, and the company's ideals scream 'independent' and 'DIY' in a beautiful euphony, so i accepted the position, on one condition, full-control and no censorship; ultimately, one of those non-paying jobs you cant really complain about, at the end of the day.
in future entries i'll delve further into dunnit's culture and motives. Moreover, i plan to reward and review musicians/artists in dunnit's name on a monthly basis. so stay tuned. or dont, whichever. it's all the proverbial gravy baby..
so why the fuck do we willingly allow ourselves to get manipulated by corporate investments?? because of some soaringly aged and gluttonous collective, that's why.. Gargantuas on his 'capitalist' throne, gleaming behind the curtain of young hired actors, where the degree of sex appeal is directly related to the absurdity of the cheque responsible. we buy cause they sell it. they sell cause..well, let's face it, there's a hint of godliness in omnipotence.
i'm not perfect. it's true, but not because i'm entirely ignorant, no. but because my argument's flawed, i'm biased. okay, i admit, my pet peeves are people, but mainly those whose pride is secured by the hollywood value set on their property. it floors me hardest when a friend flaunts his $500 widget. dude, get a fucking life. or better yet, a book. get educated.
allow me to interrupt myself.
if for some reason you care, i didn't start this blog as an outlet for my grievances. not entirely, at least. i was approached by an old highschool chum, currently affiliated with a little underground shoe business by the name of dunnit. some of you might be familiar with the shoes as they're associated in many walks of life, no pun intended. i was recommended in fronting their music department.. of sorts. i researched the organization and goddammit, their philosophy's golden.. and that's exactly why they'll stay underground and they're fine with that. and i love that about em.. nevermind the solid product, i'm not here to pitch, there are advocates who'll pitch you dunnits at every club or music store in toronto; i'm not getting paid for this, its none of my concern. anyways, said chum is a musician, and the company's ideals scream 'independent' and 'DIY' in a beautiful euphony, so i accepted the position, on one condition, full-control and no censorship; ultimately, one of those non-paying jobs you cant really complain about, at the end of the day.
in future entries i'll delve further into dunnit's culture and motives. Moreover, i plan to reward and review musicians/artists in dunnit's name on a monthly basis. so stay tuned. or dont, whichever. it's all the proverbial gravy baby..
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