I Realize That I Hate The Sound Of Guitars

Fugazi “Target” – This song is ten years old now. When I bought this record, I was sixteen and the lyrics justified a lot of my snobbishness. Now I’m 26, and to a certain extent, this song describes my career. Forcing silence, sucking sound, forced into your conversation. Actually, it’s more like the argument that I’m having in my head every day lately. What is this thing that keeps us from making it, oiling like crime? Morality, pride, fear, laziness? I don’t know, but I swear to God, today’s thread title rings very true in my heart right now, with all the added irony of the fact that this is very much a song with guitars. But guitars as iconography, guitars as cultural shorthand, guitars as artistic crutch – ugh, ugh, ugh. (Click here to buy it from Dischord.)

Sorry to be posting so many one-song entries, and songs that you probably already know. I want to get back to posting good ol’ “Fluxpop” music, but I just can’t seem to find any, and people sure as hell aren’t sending me any.