Proper Propaganda

Wednesday.

12:36 AM.

I can’t sleep. The following random thoughts are bouncing around my head. Uncut, but rearranged.

A revolution through the looking glass:

Independent and underground labels are where the masses are finding their music. The internet has leveled the playing field and knocked the old major label kings from their thrones.

I find this music, from hardcore to hip-hop, from Norwegian metal to screamo, from Sunny Day Real Estate to Atmosphere, to be where the real emotion and fire lives. There lacks a passion in radio today. You need to dive deeper to find the true spirit of music.

You think the masses are following Nickleback with such dedication? You think those pricks give a rat’s ass about their fans, or only about the big cash prize getting awarded to them when they sell out to be the background music in a “Go Army” TV spot?

Tomorrow's armies are forming in the basements; at the record store concerts. Buying albums from independent labels and web stores instead of Best Buy. My generation is getting older. A generation who gave up on the geriatric liars in Washington and tried something new. I assume one day I'll be in my sixties, and the codger generation of politicians will be long gone, and standing in congress will be the kid who gave me the bloody nose at the Thrice show at the E-factory, or the next senator to be elected will be spend his drives to work listening to speed metal, or our new house representative will have a certain afflication to Mos Def and P.O.S.

Gone are the days of stadium powerhouses. Slowly, our generation is rising and making its voice known: from the basements of New Jersey to the rec halls of Orange County.

These musicians might not be made up of the most talented artists, but the power and thrust behind the most simple of songs can carry the strongest message.

We will all be standing together, fists in the air, and we'll all scream in unison...

Your voices sound from underground… Your dreams endure ‘til days shall be no more…