“Why do you have to go and make things so
complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it”
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
Life's like this
You, you fall and you crawl and you break
And you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it”
Complicated – Avril Lavigne
This week is an insight into my teenage
music tastes. I’ll start by admitting that I’m a bit of a hoarder of anything
involving emotion. I have a spike key hanging around my room because it reminds
me of my athletics days and somewhere in my childhood room is a box of cards
from nearly every birthday and Christmas I have lived through because they still
mean a little something to me. If it’s sentimental then I have a hard time
throwing things in the trash.
I also have difficulty deleting music that
played a big part when I was growing up. For example, I still have every Good
Charlotte album on my iPod because they were my favourite band growing up and I
could never let them go. I also have a few (twenty) Avril Lavigne songs on my
iPod because that girl was the shizz when I was a teenager. She understood me and
she understood teenage angst. I was never a big fan of female artists because I
wanted to rock out with the boy bands (like Simple Plan and Elemeno P) but I
had a special place for Avril Lavigne. Maybe it was because her first hit Complicated and second hit Sk8er Boi talked about hating on fake girls
and during my teenage years I could not stand those types of people. I loved
her and I wanted to be her.
Over the years I became less attached to
Avril Lavigne as I grew up and, well, her music became rather shit. Her tracks Girlfriend and Here’s to Never Growing Up became guilty pleasures for me because I
was still hanging on to her that little bit. That is, until I heard her newest
song Hello Kitty. I was going to make
it the title song of this blog and analyse it a bit but I couldn’t lower the
standards of my blog for that song, and this blog doesn’t have very high
standards. I can’t even bring myself to post a link to the song because it is
probably the worst song I’ve heard, ever. It’s worse than Call Me Maybe. It’s even worse than Friday. It’s an insult to Hello Kitty. And I can’t believe I’m
about to write this but Chad Kroeger wrote the song and it’s an insult to
Nickelback.
So instead I give a last tribute to the
artist Avril Lavigne was when I was growing up with. I’ll keep her early songs
on my iPod partly as a reminder of my life ten years ago and partly because the
teenager in me still loves the tracks. But as for Avril Lavigne I’ll no longer
care for her as an artist nor will I follow any of her new music. I suppose
most artists reach a time when their music takes a turn for the worse and their
fan base slowly falls away and I expect it will happen to many more of the
bands and singers I loved when growing up. But for now I’m giving Avril Lavigne
one last bit of attention.