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I heard Hoobastank on the radio, and now I question everything

So a little while ago I was at the dentist’s office, having my teeth cleaned by a lovely dental hygienist who is very understanding about my flossing habits but also tends to hum along with the muzak being piped into the office. She refrains from viciously hacking at my gums with steely instruments, but she has questionable taste in music. It’s a bit of a trade-off.  Anyways, we’re calmly listening to infuriatingly zen elevator music, and I’m trying to go to my happy place (where I don’t have somebody else’s fingers crammed in my mouth), when “The Reason” by Hoobastank comes on. 

What the heck?

This song came out in 2004 and was instantly the worst thing that ever happened to the world. That was overly harsh. I apologize. But, do you like “The Reason” by Hoobastank? Do you have any friends who do? Yes, exactly, me neither. At the time it was overwhelmingly mind boggling how the song became so outrageously popular when it was so widely disliked. But now, what’s even more puzzling and frankly troubling, is that it’s STILL being played on the radio, nine years later. I was under the impression that “The Reason” was universally regarded as the worst noise to ever pass itself off as music. I think I might have been wrong, and now I’m not sure how I feel about this world in which we live. I’m just not sure.

~ Julia Maurice Sabre-Ocean

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The real problem with Miley

…Is that her music is so insidiously catchy. There is nothing worse than a song that’s sneaky-catchy. That’s not a real music term, but I think it should be, because it happens so often. You’re watching Ellen, you’re in your car, you’re harmlessly perusing Vine and you hear a strain of “Wrecking Ball” and even the smallest of musical phrases, even out of context, manage to worm your way into your subconscious so that for the of the day you’re singing “don’t you ever say I just walked away, I will always love you” under your breath like a crazy person. I barely know any of the words (apart from I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKIIIIIIIIIIIIIING BALLLLLL) and yet I can have that song stuck in my head for hours. It’s infuriating. Continue reading

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It’s Time For Another Radio Rant

I recently bought my very first car. It’s from 1997 and it used to belong to a 97 year old man, but it’s new to me. My manager Febreezed the hell out of it for me and now it smells like an elderly man in a citrus grove. Very nice. Continue reading

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Oh Look, It’s Monday Again

A while ago, I was listening to the radio in my car (which fills me with such rage) and heard “Manic Monday” by The Bangles. Besides the fact that I think this song is needlessly irritating, if not without its certain charm, I was particularly annoyed because it wasn’t Monday at all, but actually Thursday. Continue reading

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My Plans for the Future Are Not Realistic

I have already mentioned earlier today that I essentially have no life goals. This is obviously untrue, as if it was, I would be like Beth from Little Women, who loses the will to live because she has no definitive plans for the future like her sisters and succumbs to the scarlet fever she had five years previously. Did a lot of scientific research for that, did you, Louisa May Alcott? I think not. Continue reading

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