I got home from school today at the same time I usually do, about 3:30. I was hungry (having spent the past few hours in a teachers-vs.-students volleyball tournament), so I decided to make myself some hot dogs. (And in case you're wondering: yes, I do get sick of hot dogs. So very fucking sick.)
As my hot dogs sat on the stove making themselves edible, I turned on the TV. A quick flip through all the channels told me there was nothing good to watch. So I did what I always do in situations like that: turn to MuchMusic and loudly make fun of whatever's on.
At this particular moment in time, MuchMusic was showing an entire concert: Coldplay in Toronto. Here is everything I knew about Coldplay before watching this particular program:
- They're a band from England
- That one guy is married to Gwyneth Paltrow
- I think I heard one of their songs playing in the background on Coronation Street one time
Here is what I learned by watching the program:
- Coldplay sucks.
I think the thing that bothered me most about the concert was how packed the venue was. I have never seen so many people crowded so close together in all my life (and that includes all that footage of Chinese hospitals I watched one lonesome summer night).
At first I thought nothing of it. I mean, if a bunch of people like a band a lot and that band happens to come to town, it stands to reason that they are going to want to go. As the show progressed and I realized that all Coldplay's songs are the exact same not-very-good song, however, a sort of frenzy overtook me. I started shouting things like "How can people listen to this crap?!" and slamming my fists on the counter.
My brother, from his seat at the computer, laughed and said "Well, how can people listen to......Simple Plan?"
"That's totally different," I said. "Yeah, they both suck, but at least with Simple Plan there's this.....kind of energy, you know? This shit......what IS this shit?! This isn't music! These people should be playing in a fucking nursing home to calm down the comatose!"
I could hear a bubbling noise building up. Thinking I was about to have some sort of stroke, I turned off the TV. It was only then, as the bubbling noise continued, that I realized my hot dogs were done.



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