Jedward and Youth Exploitation

Tuesday, 24 November 2009


















So here we have "Jedward", "The Grimes Twins", or whichever stage name you in particular have manifested for the pair. I have been watching X Factor from their very first audution to their controversial demise last week. From week one the twins seemed, rightly quoted by Simon Cowell, "Arrogant", and brimming with over confidence with little to no talent to show for it. They paraded around the stage with their rendition of "As Long As You Love Me" by Backstreet Boys, and were instantly in the bad books of, i'm assuming, the majority of the judges and audience members. With pound signs in his eyes however, Louis Walsh put them through, which we now know is absolutely not a result (Yeah right...) of their genetic boyband exterior- Ronan Keating blonde hair and, lets be honest with ourselves now, ideally proportioned faces that couldn't look more suitable plastered in a pimped up music video. Nobody really expected that Louis Walsh was absolutely serious in condoning both behaviour and talent of these boys, and, with never enough enthusiasm than was needed, they made it to the Live shows of X Factor. As the weeks paraded by, it was clear that the judges were struggling to come up with constructive criticism that didn't contain the phrase "That was shit", and Simon Cowell winced harder as, to his unexpectant horror, the twins outvoted every act one by one. Eventually, through a heavy process of pride-swallowing and realising the majority of the public had to be pleased, Cowell treated the boys for what they were- young, albeit confident, harmless kids from Dublin. It was pleasing to see even the most smug of minds could be swayed by the persona of these kids, and Simon finally, on the night they demised, admitted that he would miss them when they were gone. Alternatively, and most truthfully, he would miss X Factor's ratings when they were gone.

It's a shame the British public took the competition far more seriously than the judges. With unsettling headlines, public backlash, and, it wouldn't be unfair to say, a hatred manifested amongst peer groups, John and Edward, the pair voted in by you, the public of the United Kingdom, had given them more abuse than at the time 17 year olds, needed or deserved. Being talentless is nobody's fault. Being kept in the most watched show on TV because you're making them is. If you don't already know that X Factor is a corrupt TV show formed by producers with nothing but money on their minds, then you shouldn't have a TV set rooting in propagandic evil in the first place. Start "taking it on the chin", as you will. Money is the root of all evil- and evil is the root of all reality TV shows. There's an excellent post on this over here.

The purpose of this, however, was not to point this out. I've recently read that John and Edward were being bribed to make an appearance on I'm A Celebrity after Katie Price's demise this week, for £50,000 (some sources say £100,000). And now reports that they are being bribed to appear on Dancing On Ice, backed by a Facebook page apparently in favour of the twins, to find time in their fatigue-inducing schedule to face more public humiliation. They did say they were fans of John And Edward, didn't they? So, once the stressing introduction to the outside world (Hello Jedward- we hate you) is over and done with, looks like the boys are lined up to have 100 pound notes gracefully shovelled into their anus by a lanky man in a business suit bearing a grimly placed smile. (They're just kids after all, we do with them what we like!) My prediction for this year and all of next year and beyond is that the Grimes twins will be so lathered in publicity, dosh, screaming girls and boys at one end, whilst that niggling angelic voice at the other end of the spectrum is reminiscently reminding them of a life kept private with no death threats from absent-minded grown adults on the NME website who, I pray to God, don't have kids of their own, and don't ever claim to understand them.

You're right, i'm almost claiming John and Edward have absolutely nothing to do with their now vulnerable position in the erratic world of media. They popped onto our screens young, stupid, and vulnerable, and the folks of the higher ground have simply taken that into account when shoving money into their polished little shiny faces. As an adult, and especially in such a position of power, sometimes you really need to take the option of growing the fuck up and thinking about the people you are about to exploit for more than 5 minutes before you stick the boot in and wallow in your pathetically-earned (if you can even call it that) cash. Good riddance to the lot of you.
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Back To School

Sunday, 22 November 2009

OK, so last night's dream was pretty sensually exciting. I was back at school (Not one I recognised) with a couple of friends I had back at the time. I remember running around, being stupid, and particularly running backstage. Two of us ran through a curtain and my eyes were pelted with the onslaught of about a thousand humans staring back at me. It was shock to the fantasy's system. We were on a stage, but we kept running, along a blue, carpeted ledge which weaved its way through the audience, stopping abruptly only for a few more humans in chairs to be placed. I knew we were in trouble now. The next thing I remember was being in my own kitchen, though darker, and eerier. It was the school kitchen. I had the subliminal feeling that teachers were looking for us, until Simon Pegg poked his head around the corner and I had the pleasing feeling that he was a teacher with good morals, and he took the whole situation as a bit of a joke really. I vaguely remember being on a bus from here, in my old home town, staring out of a raindrop-trodden steamed window. And then I am back on my old street. I pass my old friend's house and I go inside, without permission, as it seems nobody is home.

This is where it all becomes reality, where I enter her bedroom, and I see it the same way I did years ago when we used to have sleepovers there. The colours on the walls and the way the covers are placed on the bed. The room is the same shape and size as it has always been, and if I look outside the window I can see the view of the whole street. Just one long path, with houses dotted either side. She comes in eventually, and doesn't seem to be less excited to see me. She seems in a dreary mood, but I explain to her that, despite the fact I haven't seen her in years, I decided to come here for comfort and shelter from the teachers at school, but she understands. During this time I'm trying to make contact with another friend via my phone but can't seem to do it properly, and this continues for a few moments. I eventually tell my friend whose house I am in that I will be leaving and struggle to find my way to the kitchen to collect my shoes. I see her dad and he politely says "Hi Shannon." I see that the kitchen has somehow become messed up with hundreds of bedsheets lying crumpled on the floor, in piles, and draped across things. And this is where it seems to abruptly end.

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audience

Being in front of an audience can represent a feeling self-conscious, an awareness of or fear of being observed by others, or a heightened concern about others' opinions.

past

Dreams about the past are very common. They can be attempts by the subconscious to review, remember, explore your deeper feelings about, or make sense of past events. They can also be part of the process of reconciling the past within yourself, including grieving, reaching closure, forgiving, coming to terms, letting go of, or reaching inner peace with your past.

teacher

Dreaming that someone is a teacher when they are not in real life can mean that, to you, they represent:

  • An authority figure—someone or something in your real life who you allow to have some power over you in some way
  • Someone whose opinions or advice you listen to
  • Someone who has taught you something in real life, or whom you would like to do so

Right ok - Simon Pegg- Twitter. Watched him on Alan Carr a couple of nights ago, no real reason for him to be there other than that. 2 ex-friends, I still keep in contact with them by which those means have recently been upgraded slightly. Obviously all internet-based relationships. I cannot expect anything more. Not sure about school nor the other guy.
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This Isn't A Decade Of Music To Remember.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Because nobody is powerful or persuasive enough. Not least because hundreds of people have now been put off mainstream radio music, but also because nothing quite lives up to expectations or appears to have enough gut to spark off a new sub-genre of existing music. For decades to come people will be pondering "Remember those 90s", "remember those 80s", "remember those 70s" etc. I hardly think "Remember those 00s?" Will be a popular conversational topic in years to come. I remember those 00's very well. Chav genetics spawned, Green Day tried to make an opera, and Katy Perry inspired a nation of attention-seeking fake lesbianism. 90's Green Day fans melted in their own rage, and Green Day have had a bollocking ever since, despite their off-the-mark level of success. If there's been any sub-genre of music created in this decade then it's New Rave. It burnt out as quick as it came in. And it was utter shit. Who was prime suspect of that ridiculous trend anyway? Klaxons? They will be gone in a few years. I hardly think they will come up with enough material to keep their so called "loyal fans" at bay. There's only so many sound effects on a keyboard, and so many ladies gurgling opera notes to base a bullshit song around.

I admit I don't listen to the radio. Maybe i'm missing what's going on. Though I do browse music channels and this gives me some subtle hint of what exactly people are deeming "music". And this is why I turn it off after 3 minutes. Kerrang! has been playing the same songs it did 5 years ago. NME brainwashed us by glorifying New Rave and deciding to pop it on a channel of their own where we can squirm and vomit at our hourly pleasure. Kate Nash was an absolute joke too. There is no sense of community. Indie cannot be compacted into a sub-genre. 90% of bands that released debut singles in 2005 have since vanished off this earth, or tried a pityful attempt at a solo career, of which nobody knows about or has heard before and are assuming they have become builders or mechanics. Face it, there is nothing to look back on after 2010.

In the 90's we had the surge of Britpop, Green Day was part of a rebellious punk scene in California, Manic Street Preachers were born (Almost) and Erotic androgynous singers reeking of homosexuality dared to be different. Think Brett Anderson. Think Glamour Twins. Think Skunk Anansie- Alternative rock and sex. No need to conform to ridiculous genetic guidelines of perfection. There is an enormous list of what exactly makes every other decade better than this one, i'm sure you've thought up a few yourself.

But back onto the subject. There isn't a new band around today that has attempted and succeeded in launching or re-launching a sub-genre of rock that can put the excitement back into the radio once more. I know more people who despise the top 40 than who like it. And this is the music that we, as a nation, vote for, and endorse, and claim to be super, super fans of. If I hear another Lily Allen, Katy Perry, Lady GAGA, etc etc, then my hope for the nostalgia of this decade will be even lower than ever before. Bands just don't have any power. They don't inspire, they don't write about real issues, just pop songs made by rookies about girls being "lovely" and having some ordinary break up with your partner. You buy this shit? I am confident enough to put my 6 year old sister to the side of the Scouting for Girls guitarist and blow his fucking balls off with her guitar talent. And his balls would blow off, or lack thereof.

Yes, Manic Street Preachers are still going, and this is what is retaining my hope right now. God bless them. God bless they don't become exploited and cheapened and all of a sudden lose the ability to come up with a creative piece of music. (Well, it happened with the second-hand lyrics..) But after around 20 years of playing- I don't think so. Media please don't take them away from us. And please don't abide to what kind of music the general public of today would like you to play. I believe most band's first albums are their greatest. And something just makes every album after that slowly, slowly go downhill, and they become more overproduced, and more "Safe" and "Easy" to listen to.
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MJ And His "Evil Thing"

Thursday, 12 November 2009

I was in a shop with my family in some town, the lady behind the till asks us to name 5 Power Ballads as they need them for this weeks X Factor, after racking my brains, we colloquially come up with Show Me Heaven by Maria McKee, can't remember the others we said, and at the end I wearily suggest Billie Jean by Michael Jackson, changing my mind slightly at the end after realising it wasn't really a Power Ballad. The lady thanks us and we leave the shop. I have this biting suspicion from now that I will have to sing Billie Jean on X Factor, and as I'm towed in, marching in time to the song as it plays when I enter, I have trouble keeping my feet steady with all the people watching, and I walk slightly in a semi-circle rather than a straight line. The X Factor live studio is small, and the roof is horizontal from where I can see. The floor is patterned with pink and purple lights, and looks warm and airy. I skip forward now to my own song - Billie Jean. The next thing I remember is that I'm on the stage, eyes locked tight, doing some free form, melodramatic dance to the song, thinking "Yeah... I've got this right" I can't see anything but darkness here.

I barely know what's happening now before I'm in my auntie's living room. There's a man hunched in the corner, who I later realise is Michael Jackson. And there's an "Evil Thing", labelled by the man himself, standing at the other side of the living room. It's pitch black outside, and there is only 2 lamps on in this room, making it dusky and damp looking. Upon my time in the living room I move around swiftly trying to protect Michael from the "Evil Thing". This thing moulds and morphs into different people. There were a few of these to begin with, but I can only remember 2 of the times it morphed. I firstly remember it morphing into an old lady. I have to throw heavy things at her to stop her from hurting me or Michael. One of these heavy objects knocks her backwards, and I hear a crack as 2 or 3 of her fingers are snapped right off. She suitably yells "My fingers!" before I find she's morphed into the body of an old man now. The man appears at the other side of the room, and I'm struggling slightly to find hard objects to throw this time. As I grab Michael, I'm holding him much like you would hold a toddler on the side of your hip, and I carry him to the kitchen, from which I can only see darkness. I carry him through the living room and we sit in the hallway. To my bemusement, I find my mum sitting next to me, not Michael. My auntie walks down the stairs and pops her head over the banister, asking my mum questions about a Razor she is trying to borrow. Me and my mum are somehow bewildered by this- and come to realise through some illogical term that my auntie must have been the "Evil Thing". We agree to let her take us into town. I take hold of my auntie's white and orange trainers and slip them on. "She won't mind me wearing her shoes, will she?" Moments later, when my auntie is back upstairs I order my mum to, when we go into the shops, call the police immediately.

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I decided to use this online "Dream Analyzer" where you input what your dream was in detail, and it gives you Primary themes associated with it. Here's the most interesting ones:

Dreaming that something evil, such as the devil, is trying to harm you or is coming after you can mean:
  • You're having a Toxic Dream
  • You have experienced "ill will" in real life recently (a mean or violent person, stories on the news, a scary movie, etc.), or something has triggered memories or imaginings of these negative things
Can't really associate with either of these things.

Holding an object can represent the following in regard to whatever the object represents:
  • Continuation or maintenance
  • Ownership
  • Responsibility or caring
  • Affection or liking

The color orange can represent:

  • Bold, outgoing, assertive, invigorated
  • Autumn, or the "winding down" of a phase or cycle
"Also, the significant symbolism of a person in a dream may not be who they are, but what they're doing, how they're doing it, or their attitude—anything that stands out about them. Pay attention to how the person appears, as well as what the actual person symbolizes to you."

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Well I gotta admit I watched Michael Jackson Seance for the first time last night, and the way Derek Acorah may or may not have "imagined" MJ talking in a childlike tone to a group of fanatics was quite disturbing none the less. He came across as innocent, childlike, pure, vulnerable, which is probably why I imagined him huddling in the corner while I got rid of so-called "Evil Thing"






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