Underwater rivers ftw

I feel non-existent. This fucking scene recycles artists faster than American Pop music. 

The internet Metal generation is a new breed of listeners who do not want to wait for music. They need new shit to be thrown in their faces 24/7. Now that any kid with a little money for a 7-string can be a ‘Djent artist’, there is no serious care for talent or production value. As long as there’s a chug layered with ambient textures, it’s a ‘Djent’ masterpiece. And due to the sheer volume of kids thinking they’re pioneers, there are new bands on the scene every week, whoring themselves all over other band’s pages in a desperate attempt to gain Facebook likes. 

I feel as if I’ve been kicked completely out of relevance simply because I’m not throwing new songs in the faces of the bedroom Metal generation every day. Every ounce of creativity and originality that was brought to this scene by the founding bands has been raped and kicked to the curb by a swarm of 12-year-old ‘musicians’ who don’t even know what a fucking compressor is. 

I hate Tumblr very much; I can assure you of this. I don’t understand the point of questions or reposts and I don’t like how it’s become an imageboard. The only reason that I’m going to start using it again is because I already have an account, which saves me 3 minutes of my life creating a BlogSpot. And this will be very much a blog. I will enjoy going much against the idiosyncrasies of Tumblr and its simple, picture-loving community by posting long, dreary passages of self-obsessed shit. 

I’m not dark or depressing outwardly, as anyone who knows me can confirm, but this is going to be my place to vent, so don’t expect sunshine, rainbows, tact or political correctness. 

So, I need money. I have no job any more and I’m heading to uni soon, travelling on trains and buses every day to get there, which will surely land me in a glorious amount of debt once I am done with my course. As my girlfriend can confirm, I spend most of my life coming up with various money-making schemes; most of which are obscene and downright perverse, because I’ve tried and failed at everything socially acceptable already. My schemes have ranged from web design and music production to spamming and attempting to get paid for working in adult chat rooms. The depths of my degeneracy are impressive because I have no real shame or conscience. 

If I had money, I could expand my music fanbase through many little tricks and ideas that I have conceived over time, thus granting me more money through album sales and promotion. But that’s just the thing: Fame ≘ money. I can’t have a significant amount of one without first having a significant amount of the other. It’s a kind of half-asses paradox. If anyone feels like breaking my paradox and buying me a nice, new iMac, that would really help things along. 

I hate all music right now. I can’t write anything, it all feels ridiculously unoriginal and worthless.

There are too many bands, there are so many songs that will go unnoticed forever, because they are just the same as everything else.

This thought snuck into my mind about a year ago, and has grown to the point where I simply cannot create anything I am happy with.

I have an entertaining idea for the direction that I might take my music in if I ever manage to focus enough to release anything else, but I’m so conscious of originality that I CAN’T RISK TELLING YOU ABOUT IT :@

Oh, you tease ;D

Wow, did you find me in his followers? Cus he must have a lot :P

I’m currently out of free downloads on my BandCamp, meaning that anyone downloading my albums today will have to pay £5 each for them. I like to give my stuff away for free and I intend to keep doing so, so if you’d prefer to get it for no cost, wait until tomorrow, when my free download vouchers are refreshed :P

Feeling a little sentimental tonight.