I’ve had writer’s block over the last few days. Not because I haven’t felt particularly passionate or emotional about anything – far from it, baby – it’s just that my overriding has been pure hatred. Hatred for commercialism, hated for hats with symbols on them, hatred for ‘unnatural’ grated cheese, hatred for The X Factor.
This show isn’t television, no matter how many televisions it is shown on. And it isn’t much, no matter how much it can be heard. It is trash, and I hate it with a passion as high as Simon Cowell’s trousers (he wears his trousers high up the idiot! Haha).
Every week is the same. People come along, do something, then either win or lose. I’d much rather spend my time watching the football. At least that’s real!
And it takes advantage of people who are obviously mentally ill (not that you don’t have to have a screw loose to watch it!) in order to make a quick buck. It’s the worst kind of commercialism possible, it’s not real music, and it disgusts me.
Back to reality…
Have you seen the Bob Dylan Victoria’s Secret advert? It’s great that he’s so obviously taking the mick out of consumerism by sarcastically taking a paycheque for promoting a product. Stick it to a man, his royal Bobness!
What annoys me is that if Bob Dylan would have auditioned for The X Factor, he probably wouldn’t have even got through! They’d have said: “What are you doing here? You’re Bob Dylan!” and he would have been asked to leave the show. It disgusts me.
I need to stop getting wound up by the television. Ooh, maybe I could write a song about this…
Xlax-Factor (Words by M Barker)
You wear high trousers,
Why can’t you write real music,
Like Rod Stewart?
Boom – I’m back in the game.