this is one time you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all and the grave that you refuse to leave and refuge that youve built to flee the places you have come to fear the most.
I've had it with everyone bashing dashboard confessional. They're an amazing band who talk about REAL human emotions and REAL feelings and just REAL-everything. So what if the guy sounds like he was raped by his uncle when he was 14? Maybe a lot of us have and we need to vent our pent-up and impotent rage over insufferably "acoustic" music. Or maybe some of us live such sheltered existences that we wish we were raped by our uncles (or manservants) and need an excuse to plunge into some spurious manic-depressive nonsense. And so what if some 35 year old living in his parents basement and driving his parents 1994 dodge stratus talks about the problems of dysfunctional, socially inept, intellectually (and testicularly) challenged 17 year olds? That doesn't mean he can't express his FEELINGS in public and make pity money.
Enough with the hate. Bring the love. Or some blades.
Dashboard Confessional is to emo what Good Charlotte is to punk. Some may call them poseurs (for a very good reason...), and others may listen to them every night before they go to sleep. If you listen to them, that's great. If you don't, stop whining about it to the people who do. We all have lives.