Michael Gordon Oldfield (born 15 May 1953 in Reading, Berkshire) is an English multi-instrumentalist musician and composer, working a style that blends progressive rock, folk, ethnic or world music, classical music, electronic music, New Age and more recently dance. His music is often elaborate and complex in nature. He is best known for his hit 1973 album Tubular Bells which broke new ground as an instrumental concept album and launched Virgin Records.
Tubular Bells became Oldfield’s most famous work. The instrumental composition was recorded in 1972 and launched on 25 May 1971. The album was ground-breaking, as Oldfield played more than twenty different instruments, often recording them one at a time, and layering the recordings to create the finished work. Many of his albums feature this technique. Tubular Bells received attention mainly by appearing in the soundtrack of the movie, “The Exorcist.”
Self-deluded teen: What the hell are you playing? Is that even music?
Teen with good taste in music: That's Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells. Before you even start an argument concerning music, please think of the crap that you listen to, which isn't even music. Shut up, or do something productive, like getting hit by a bus, okay?
Self-deluded teen: -Bursts into tears-
My Chemical Romance, in simple words, is one of those degrading, whiny, semi-conscious bands that have broken into the American mainstream in an unexpected manner. People who ingest the ‘music’ that this very overrated, and yet under talented band makes are either misguided or completely daft.
The other day, I attempted to watch a My Chemical Romance music video. Good God. These amateurs make utterly dreadful music. As I watched, it disintegrated some of my valuable brain cells, and probably lowered my IQ by a minimum of 10 points. Seemingly, I lived, only to witness and hear half of the repulsive video.
Now, a hardcore My Chemical Romance fan, fueled by angst might pop out of nowhere and flare, “Shut the hell up, My Chemical Romance is real music fool!’’
Real music? You are mentally incapable of comprehending that My Chemical Romance is deceiving you by representing fashion through sound waves. Yet again, how is it real music when the drummer who is non-proficient, is banging away monotonously on the drums, and the guitarist scrubbing away deviously on his guitar which is out of tune? And yet again, the so-called infamous ‘vocalist’ Gerard Way, attempting to whine out meaningless trash fixated on that musical rubbish, which is weak and tasteless.
How can you even admire such gibberish? Gerard Way sounds as if he was impregnated by an incubus, and is failing at breath, trying to give birth to a demon baby.
Don’t you get it? These imbeciles are attempting to get placed on a pedestal and paid millions and millions of dollars, utilizing their horrible trash. Their angst instigated nature is encouraged by the mainstream MTV, where they can relieve their heinous videos in order to get drowned in a pool of cash. You have to understand that these ugly music videos are nothing but marketing tools intended to promote the sale of music recordings.
My Chemical Romance is nowhere near art. Their ‘music’ can be compared to someone who is spilling raw, viscous paint on a canvas. Now let me give you an example, regarding this. Let us take a real musician, Robert Fripp for instance and the amateur Gerard Way, and tell them to design a statue of a man. Robert Fripp has sculpted a statue, which has a very complex structure, with different kinds of moods and colours, pertaining a very concise texture, and is worth enjoying looking at. Gerard way, on the other hand, who has no knowledge of this, has made a statue with no basic structure or texture at all. Evidently, the deformed statue that he has attempted to make will collapse. If you turn this into music, you will see the differences.
My Chemical Romance concentrates on their image, more than they could ever dream of focusing on their music. The babbling of teenage girls concerning the ‘sexiness’ of Gerard Way, is rather disturbing. Let’s face it, just look at him! His grotesque image is imprinted upon my brain. It’s really hard to believe that these immature teenagers find him attractive, and are willing to mutilate their body parts for him.
These nitwits, who dress silly, are a threat to actual music, any individual not deprived of average understanding of basic logic, will comprehend this.
The conclusion? Maybe you could find yourself some real bands and then devote your life to them, instead of wasting your valuable time and your unworthy life listening to such trash.
My Chemical Romance fan: Oh!!111!! McR is teh godz!!!
Intelligent person: Shut up, you idiot.