Have you ever seen those print ads for attorneys where the attorney is holding a phone to his ear like he’s in the middle of cracking a case and was completely caught off guard by the photographer, lighting crew, and make-up team? Well it looks like that type of visual dishonesty is no longer confined to the arena of law. Whereas the attorney wants to project an image of tenacity and hard work, this aspiring singer-songwriter wants to project an image of earthy romanticism. By not acknowledging the camera, he wants us to believe we’ve just caught him casually strumming his guitar at the edge of a wooded meadow. The reality, though, is much less romantic. Only after promising to pay gas money was he was able to convince a friend to haul him and his guitar to the nearest forest. After several hours of trying to find an angle that wouldn’t cause his gigantic nose to entirely eclipse the other half of his face, they settled on this uncomfortable pose. Several hundred megabytes of wasted disk space later they finally managed to accidentally snap a picture that almost neutralized the incredible size-difference between his eyes. Their hard work went for naught, however, since they seem to have skimped on two very important departments: wardrobe, and whoever is in charge of making sure you don’t have Hobbit hair.
At the very heart of the aspiring singer-songwriter’s psychic apparatus lies an undeniable paradox. For people who clearly crave attention and desperately want to stand out, it seems like they almost go out of their way to be as bland and uninteresting as possible. Just one visit to a coffee shop’s open mic night is enough to get an idea of the unbelievable lack of imagination involved in their songwriting. Faced with an infinitely vast pool of songwriting possibilities, they prefer to stay in the shallow end, churning out songs about a pretty girl they used to like, a beautiful sunset they saw, or how rain makes them feel sad. Rain makes everyone feel sad, you stupid idiots. Try being more insightful than a third-grader.
This self-imposed creative dampening isn’t confined to just their music; it seeps into their personalities, as well. Talk to any aspiring singer-songwriter and you’ll quickly get the impression that any sharp points in their personality have long ago been sanded down to dull nubs in an attempt to offend as few people as possible. They usually hold such bland beliefs as, “Everybody should just get along,” and, “Love can solve all of our problems,” and, “You should check out my MySpace.” Is it that hard for them to realize there might be a correlation between their mild beliefs and their soft, neutered songs? Just once I want to meet an aspiring singer-songwriter who worships the devil. Then I’ll check out your MySpace. Until then, there are some waves softly rolling up onto the beach that are begging to be sung about.
Overall rating: 0/10
Probably named: Forrest Dump