Cliques and the Elitist Illusion: stay the F out of our music scene!

The ‘mean girls’ of the music scene need to grow up. You know who I’m referring to. The folk who talk behind your back at shows, judge you for not having “cool” enough music taste, and even pretend like they don’t know who you are, even though you’ve told them seventeen times that you DID meet them. Those who walk around bashing people with their attitudes and preying on good people who just want to make honest work out of what they love. Why do they keep asking if they’re not going to remember? The answer is appearances. They don’t actually give a flying flapdoodle. Everyone seems so bent on looking like they are liked and well read, but in reality, they’re just looking for acceptance in all the wrong ways. Silly bitches, you don’t catch flies with poisoned honey!

Needless to point out, today’s popular music world is one seemingly based on gossip, popularity, money, greed and other selfish endeavours. You’d think this kind of crap would stay in high-school, but apparently groups of humans have the intelligence of a boiled potato. No salt or butter on that potato either, just plain boiled.   

The live music scene is full of fake people (I know, how high and mighty do I sound, right?) all wanting to scrounge off whatever is in front of them in the name of elitism instead of asking themselves why the hell they’re in a music venue, seeing that specific band and getting way too drunk. Appearances maybe? Probably. Even typing that makes me so beyond sad. How could such an immaculate form of art such as music, the ultimate reflection of the inner workings of the human soul, succumb to the evil grasp of weak bullies? Adult bullies at that. The heartbreak is too much to handle.

When bypassing the initial intent for the existence of art, the only result is destruction of that very thing. Art has never been synonymous with popularity. Otherwise, it wouldn’t exist. Creating and being part of something meaningful, timeless, and ever-evolving was never to be pooled with the petty musings of human ego. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until I turn completely blue: The ego is NOT your amigo.

Please, keep our everlasting love for the music scene in your highest regards when throwing around whatever it is you call ‘acting like a decent human being.’ We’ve got no more energy to keep fighting off morons who threaten it.

Written by Talia Plante
*Edited by Dominic Abate

About Talia Plante 53 Articles
A classically trained pianist from the Laval suburbs, Talia sees no other clear path in life other than her passion for music. An experienced music teacher and social bird, she seizes any opportunity to be with others. Being an avid psychonaut and lover of emotional connection, she can often be found at parties of any variety, likely rubbing her face on cats she’s allergic to, or somehow slipping into conversation that black metal and baroque music are really just close cousins. Her lifetime favourites include Black Sabbath and Liszt, and anything even remotely psychedelic, doom, or stoner-like. Her current dreams are to become the modern day Mary Poppins (umbrella and children’s laughter included), buy a van to drive across any drive-able land, and spread sunshine wherever she goes. If spotted in the wild, the best way to make her smile is to ask her anything…or offer some cheese.

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