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| Wednesday, July 05, 2006 |
| "I Want My Money Back!" |
| Current mood: annoyed |
| Category: Music |
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I went up to Charleston on the third, as is the annual tradition, to see the free country concert. However, due to some cruel twist of fate (no, it does not involve Matt Hardy jobbing), this year they didn't have a country act, but a pop act. Sure, he has a country recording contract and his music is played on country stations, but for so many reasons, this is a pop act. I'm sure I've done some bad things to people in the past, and thus, I punished myself by sitting through the entire trash concert, waiting for a slight glimmer of hope. When it mercifully ended, I had confirmed my decision: Josh Gracin sucks! When I first heard who was playing Charleston, my reaction was "who in the blue holy hell is Josh Gracin?" After googling it, I was horrified. Oh, for the love of crap, it's an American Idol loser! I don't watch that trash, but, I kept an open mind, seeing as that red headed freak John Stevens a few years ago seemed pretty good in clips of him they aired on other shows. I talked myself into going simply to watch the opening act, Matt Poss and the Wild Bunch. So, the Wild Bunch does their normal act, kicks a little ass, and then we're settling into a nice intermission before Gracin. I'm just thinking "Please don't suck." Yeah... he sucked. I'm not sure what kind of music he THINKS he's supposed to be singing, but he's not singing country. The most annoying part of his singing is how he tries to ham up on his high notes, which are not the traditional male country performer high notes, but more like boy band high notes. *shudder* Furthermore, as he does his fruity high notes, he holds his arm out to the side like a damn pop diva. At first it was hilarious. Seriously, a guy that acts like Mariah in his stage show.... HILARIOUS! Then, I realized he wasn't trying to be hilarious... and it stopped being hilarious, and started being sad. His original tracks were mostly uninspired and indistinguishable to all but the Gracin marks. Thus it was left up to the covers to be the only hope for this act. Did he sing some Waylon? Did he belt out some Jones? Did he pull out some Coe? No... he didn't. He covered "I Can Only Imagine". At that point, my ears began to bleed profusely, ruining a good shirt. He also covered two Garth Brooks songs. I guess he thought that fulfilled his country music quota. Does he realize there was country music before Garth Brooks? Does he realize that Garth songs don't come across as country if you sing them like a pop diva and flail your arms around like a Nancy boy? So, yes, I was booing at a free concert. Is that so wrong? Somebody was paying this pudgy chucklehead, and as far as I'm concerned, they got screwed. And, just in case you think it was just because I'm a male that I didn't like this show, you should know that I was with three females (yes, I'm a pimp) and none of them liked this trash either. As far as I'm concerned Gracin owes me the price of admission, $60 for the gas to drive up there and back, and $40 for the brain damage (and I'm sure future seizures) that his awful music caused. That's $100 with, lets say a 20% APR accrued weekly. Pay up, bitch boy. |
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