Rolling Stone

I consider myself an avid music fan, not only just the music but the aspect of the musician and how he or she came about to the thought process which provokes them to express themselves in such a way musically and lyrically. From life experience I believe people get to that point of expression from tragic events, regardless of directly or indirectly imposed on that persons being, it definitely struck a cord. Once that cord has been struck it can not heal. You'll always have that small incision in your soul that will yearn to leak your true, most likely distorted, thoughts and feelings. One of the most successful publications in the nation is one that interviews and judges the expressions of these generations of soul bleeders. I enjoy the magazine myself because it gives me an insight on issues about the music industry that doesn't affect me and of course you get to see what the soul bleeders we idolize have to say about issues that we fellow cohabitants of earth have to face as well. Then we somewhat get the feeling that we are connected to that person because they think about that same things or even possible share the same opinions. They say a true writer can express a feeling on paper that normal people can't even express with words. So this magazine makes millions selling their product to consumers interviewing these people. These people who started just like you and I, had something shitty happen and was able to express it in a manner that consumers consumed because they could indirectly related to the expression. Its interesting to see how the "rock star" genre styles themselves. Extensive pea-cocking, as though to say "Look at me, look how weird I am , I'm an artist and you pay me to bleed my feelings". Then consumers attempt to fit in the same cap and look interesting to the rest. Like people are going to look at you and say "oh I bet that guy can express himself". Then shouldn't they be scared you actually get someone's attention with this pseudo expression of yourself and the person actually realises after conversing that your just a smuck who shops at thrift stores and works at Barnes & Noble part time to pay for your vespa. The aspect consumers of the nation don't grasp is these so called "Soul Bleeds" are just as broke and just as stagnant as the "Barnes and Noble" Kid. Just that kid hasn't had his feelings recorded over a nice guitar riff. That kid could actually have ambition to go to Medical school, maybe he wants to save lies. He will save lives, change lives possibly even make a difference in man kind, but we will never idolize him in Rolling Stone magazine, He has no reason to Peacock himself, consumerism at its best exploiting the insignificant.