i have the same birthday as cocky bastard. i learned this by making fun of powazek (whom i only linked to in order to get money and fame, you were right josef. although you did make me laugh by saying that we should love him only for his body and not for his brains.) but look what i got instead: reaction (see may 28th's blog). probably not only to me, but to a hateful world in general.
don't worry though folks, he's already received his carefully earned supply of rays of hope. no need to make this ugly.
but before i do that, thank you anonymous readers for the plethora of tasteless ecards that you have sent to me with meaningless messages for my birthday. it makes me think that there's at least one of you out there who has nothing constructive to say, and that makes me happy.
okay, back to powazek: first of all, i'm surprised to see that the same reaction was given by him as was given by so many diarylanders when they encountered negative criticism. it makes me think that the ratio of good to bad feedback he's received recently has been heavily weighed towards the warm and fuzzy. either that, or this is the best reaction to actually give to such feedback, and i'm immature to expect otherwise.
another possibility: he has invested so much of his life into his blogs that there is no way that we could have misunderstood the most personal core of his inner being and therefore there is no chance in hell that the person i think i hate is any different from person that he really is. that would hurt, i think. i don't think it's true though.
another possibility: he wants to be the nice guy. it has gotten him so far in life that it's become a well oiled act that has him roll over belly up at the first sign of roughplay.
most likely possibility: i call this possibility the britney spears possibility. you are a smart guy, powazek, you have a good job, you have a good eye for design, and here you are on the internet in a place where even your fans that understand you least have a pipeline straight to your ear with the ability to say anything for free and anonymously at that. britney spears fans, i'm assuming, are much like us -- bold, angry, and very dumb. we say whatever's on our mind, with hardly a thought to the personal investment that you've made, and to the respect that you no doubt deserve after working so hard. how can i, someone who's never written a britney spears song, someone who's never been hired been respected by people that i in turn respected, so easily put forth criticism that is designed to hurt. britney spears has a lot of fans, but she also has a lot of people that probably hate her for no fault of her own (other than that she represents something that some people have come to believe is false and wasteful).
enter powazek. what do you represent. the positive blogger, the happy successful man, the innovative nice guy. mr. spears. is there not plenty to hate, that you represent? i think there is, and like any creative innocent man, especially one that has so much influence over a portion of a community that i eventually want to enter as well, i feel the need to cry out to the PTB (powers that be) and tell you, hello powazek.
i saw ray charles last night at the paramount. he looked just like he did in those pepsi commercials a few years ago. the crowd was interesting -- mostly middle aged richies that probably hadn't gone out to a concert in several years and who now found the opportunity to get wild and drunk. ray left the stage to a standing ovation and the reaction from the crowd was enormous -- we wanted him back on stage. normally, this is an acceptable thing to expect, but not when your star is in his 70s. ray was carried off stage and had probably taken out his dentures and put on his bunny slippers and was flipping through pay-per-view by the time it became clear to us that he wasn't coming back out. lights were on. muzak was playing. the night was warm and wet.
tonight i'm going to try to see the smashing pumpkins at the paramount -- it's sold out though. but they broke up and everything, and even if their music isn't that great, the members of the band still come across as beautifully tragic cartoon characters and i need to see their spindly legs.
hi mr p, let's be friends.