It is not peculiar to say that I am crazy about a band with five freaking handsome members from South Korea who mainly assume that they are practically doing rock music although I could not completely consider their music in South Korea as rock but as pop rock or rock ballad. Whereas, if they are categorizing their music in Japan as rock, I completely agree—come and kill me, I do not care because listen to Let It Go or Flower Rock, even stupid people could say that are rock songs.
However, it is a bit peculiar for me to say that I am a fan of rock music. I do not really like rock music as an overall—I could not like the genre of music as an entire genre—and perhaps I have the least rock songs on both my Windows Music Player and my mp3 player.
I know I might scare someone out there—some friends or not—if I confess that I am a fan of My Chemical Romance and Panic! At The Disco.
The real problem here is not that whether I love or detest rock music. I like bands—I mainly like people who are able to perform and play their own music rather than just writing and composing it—and most of my attention in bands music is referring to the fact that I am a completely bias and die hard fan of that Five Treasure Island. But I would not tolerate if someone—cough, that someone actually refers to a friend who considers her self without my acknowledgement as my best friend, cough—tells me that I know nothing about rock music and talks badly about my favorites when I do not do any harm against her favorites.
Here is the deal, I have my own list of favorites and she has her own list of favorites. I do not care if she says she is a die hard fan of any rock bands because I would not care. I do not even bother to judge her because everyone has personal favorites. I respect her favorites and I will accept it with an open heart, God blesses my soul.
It just happens that she starts to get on my nerve—by judging me for the music I listen to. First, if she considers her self as my best friend—although I am not doing the same, because I do not need a friend like her, even more a best friend—she will not once talks badly about my Five Treasure Island. No, do not do that. I will definitely kill her, I mean it seriously. There is no need to say that my favorite band is no better than anyone else in the world of Korean pop. That is enough, I mean it literally. I do not need a friend—even if it is only her who assumes that—to say bad things about the vocalist and criticizes the songs from that band.
Now, I really need her to shut her mouth or else I will definitely murder her, chops her body and throws bits of it into some river and let her death unknown to the entire world.
I could take it if she hates the band I like but I do not need her to continuously talk about it. Never will I talk badly about the girl group she incredibly admire—cough, that girl group with so many members who are basically so popular I would not care about it anymore, cough—even when I completely detest that group. I will not try to do something that would somehow hurt her. But does it necessary for her to hurt me by talking badly about my bias? It is really necessary?
Now, as if it is not complete by just talking badly about my first bias, she continues to bash my favorites bands—My Chemical Romance and Panic! At The Disco. Oh girl, she is going way too far that I might one day kill her. Listen here, I have listen to My Chemical Romance way longer than the period she takes to listen to her favorite bands. I am a fan of My Chemical Romance since high school and I have listen to band music way longer than she does. She does not have the rights to criticize my favorites.
She says she likes rock music, okay—I am actually quite fine with that. But is she really does likes rock music, would it be more appropriate if she says she listens to some real rock bands—I do not know, maybe Scorpions (it is a bit more older than our generation but hey, the music is amazing that no argument is relevant when it comes to the scorpions) or maybe Thirty Seconds To Mars (could I say that this band is slowly making its way into my favorite lists for its amazing songs and music videos) or perhaps Linkin Park (my all-time favorite since high school, the years I spend screaming my heart out to all of its incredible songs) or something even more moderate like Simple Plan (ah yes, the times I consider my self as a fan, those times are the best still in my memory) and if she could listen to Tokio Hotel, Paramore or even the all-time Nirvana, that would be even better.
It is rather obvious that my interpretation of rock music is way different than her interpretation of rock music. Well, she does listen to that one band just because she is in love—maybe—with one of its member.
If I choose to listen to rock, I will choose a real rock band. I will choose a music that really reflects rock—hard and loud guitar riffs, songs that make me want to bang my head onto the wall or just scream my heart out—rock songs that are sort of like that. If I listen to something lighter, I will admit I am a fan of pop rock or rock ballad.
It still hurts to listen to her words and feel like murdering her every time she brags about her favorites yet criticizes my favorites. I am a pretender; I am good in putting up a façade to lie. I am still going a good job because she still thinks I am not harm to her life. Well, we will see up until where this will take me, girl.
And now, I am off to bang my head onto the wall with some My Chemical Romance previous hits. I still love all of its songs—even after so many years of becoming a fan. And perhaps after that, to soothe my aching heart, I will give my self a plentiful dose of some lighter rock by FT Island. I need some rock ballads, those songs will never do any harm into my life.
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