there's this comic that i was reminded of this morning...
a child plays an instrument with a dad looking over him grimacing....and the music bubble reading "squee squaww weee wrrawwww ring rang rong bing bang bong tong ding ding ding...scrrreeeecchhhhh"
"so dad....you like my song?" he asks
grimacing he replies "well...uhh....what's it called?
"squee squaww weee wrrawwww ring rang rong bing bang bong tong ding ding ding...scrrreeeecchhhhh"
"....oh in that case...i love it"
i'm pretty open to all types of music and musical instruments...even if i don't personally enjoy the sound i think i can somewhat appreciate it, sometimes i'll be amazed at shrieking oddities producing interesting melodies (ie bagpipes) and even more admiring of some artists who sample these sounds into their own music....BUT what i don't friggin appreciate nor feel the need to understand are those instruments that are squeakingly, annoying, OBNOXIOUSLY PRETENTIOUSLY LOUD that temples located on major city streets need to use at deafening decibels for what seem to be 5.30am rehearsal ritual...5 buses lined up, children, old folk filled....4 scary costumed giants frolicking at the gates of the temple as 7 women in leprechan SLASH stewerdess outfits blowing all the air out of their lungs...."squee squaww weee wrrawwww ring rang rong bing bang bong tong ding ding ding...scrrreeeecchhhhh" ...my friggin gawd...SHADDUP!
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