Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Dave Matthews Band sucks. Really. They are surely decent enough, but the amount of hype they are prone to receive makes me want to hate them all the more. After having listened to some of Before These Crowded Streets last night for the first time in a while, i was simply struck by the fact that i listen to easily a dozen bands that are more dynamic than DMB. Matthews is all about abstract storytelling and thinly veiled sexual metaphor while the band totally obscures Dave’s dynamic guitar playing. On some songs like the uniquely executed “Stay” i love every second of it, but otherwise i am left reminiscing about when “Ants Marching” first came out and i could never discern between DMB and Blues Traveller.

I know that DMB are all talented musicians, and i know they’re a band and not a backup for a solo act, but jesus, why does every drunk frat boy and arty college girl love them so much? The only argument in their favour comes from the blue Luther College set that features Dave Matthews and his sideman Tim Reynolds all alone. Here we can see that Dave goes way beyond his empty bombastic vocals and prolific undifferentiated songs to prove himself as one of the premier singer-songwriters in our generation. Of course, afterwards he went back on tour with his DMB, which lets me easily forget why i found any reason to like him at all. But, i do have those blue discs…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/10/1205319/

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There is definitely a very significant amount of population missing from the blog world. I mean, aside from a lot of ethnicities which don’t seem to be represented, the gender ratio is all off. Girls seem to dominate the mid-level diary-ish sites and weblogs while the boys are all the infamous ones at the top of the pyramid. Of course, i’m always wrong, and there’s got to be over 5000 blogs at this point for me to be generalizing from, but i’ll again posit that the only blogs that really count are the ones that are active enough to register on Power Blogger once and a while. Really, those big-boys at the top aren’t blogs anymore, but syndicated columns using blogger as a device. Blogs themselves seem to be a bit more active-oriented … what really is the point of using blogger if you aren’t going to be posting constantly? News Publisher works plenty fine for posting as many as three or four times a day, and you don’t have to rely on any external service. So, blogger really is more of an active device. Which brings me back to my point about the gender inequality as well as the inequality of content. Much in the same way that i am constantly searching for more singer-songwriters on the web (are you one?), i am always looking for other pages with the light balance of real life and personal musings that i attempt to have. Of course, being intimately acquainted with my own life and all therein, maybe it’s just that my site makes a hell of a lot of sense to me but other sites don’t. I’m not sure. I don’t know what i’m saying really… i guess bloggers are as unique as snowflakes. Go figure.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/10/1205286/

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No one pays me very much attention, which is starting to make me think this has turned into a boring diary-esque piece of drivel. At first it was bitingly fun and sarcastic and now it’s just habit. Can you tell? maybe changes are on the way, who knows. I need to decide what to wear tonight. There, now i fell like a stupid fucking teenybopper. Happy?

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/10/1205215/

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I wonder what it would sound like if i reviewed my own CD… probably some rubbish about how the songs are “ultimately ambitious but all too often struck from the same mold. hopefully one day he’ll learn to break it and reassemble it as something new.” Of course, that’s how i actually feel about my music most days. Which means i must be a very good reviewer

https://crushingkrisis.com/2000/10/1204679/

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with all the resolve you had
i thought we could go to bed
you'd take me in like a child
the sheets would be wet

{and i see you hiding something
but i meant to believe my eyes
i can't belive you are hiding something
is it that hurt in side}

with ambition eating me alive
i strive to make my point over you
i was there when you didn't even try
i was smiling all over

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with all the intentions on the floor
i thought we could strip down bare
but you had that last armour over your heart
and i knew to beware you

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