My husband and I went camping this weekend and had to hitch a ride home with a person we didn't really know who also lives in New York. That isn't the problem. He was nice enough and his cute little Japanese girlfriend who literally didn't speak any English* seemed nice. In fact this guy was nice enough to drive us home and wouldn't accept any gas money or anything. By all accounts, this dude had potential to kind of rule.
...and then he started playing his music in the car.
It didn't start out too bad. Not my taste, but not anything really annoying. I mean I'm pretty easy when it comes to other people's music.
And then...he put in his "hard mix."
Which consisted mainly of.....
CREED.
("Please stop playing that horrible noise! PLEAAASE!!!" sob sob)
Yes. You heard me. Probably 75% of his musical catalogue was Creed. The infuriatingly self indulgent, psuedo cock rock that the REST OF THE WORLD knows is garbage and yet this man ignorantly claims to like.
I tried to sleep.
I couldn't.
I tried to think of something else, ANYTHING else but Scott "no talent ass clown" Stapp.
I couldn't.
It was there.
Haunting me.
Teasing me.
...urge to kill....RIIIISING.
Anyway just when I thought that there was no way it could get any worse I get a Creed, NICKELBACK sandwich!
WHY GOD!? WHYYYYYYY?!
It's official. I judge people based on their music and YOU, sir (points boney finger of death) have been weighed, measured and have been found wanting! Take him away! Feed him to my cats!
Seriously? Creed? Really? Gawd.
(The moment Scott realized that even Jesus hates Creed.)
*Oh my GOD, he's teaching her WRONG! Why is it all the ass clowns get to show foreigners what America is? No, Yuki! There IS good music here! I promise!
