That's right, I like emo. And guess what? I'm not ashamed.I think emo often gets a bad rap for the same reason that 70's soft (read: "wuss") rock does. The unifying theme is-- let's face it-- guys getting sensitive. And nothing could be
less "rock" (by the standard definition) than that. Rock in the classic sense wants nothing to do with heart-on-sleeve sincerity...unless that sincerity can get you into bed, of course. For me, it's a tale of two neighbors: rock is loud and obnoxious, distorted and lusty, while emo aims straight for your heart, rather than your hips. Emo greets you every morning with a friendly wave and “good morning”. Rock sleeps until noon, because it was up all night making damn sure you were partying hard enough. Emo sits you down to a wonderful homemade dinner. If you're lucky, rock offers you a backwashed bottle of tequila and scads of leftover bong resin. Emo will bring you tea and a "get well" card when you're sick; rock just wants to know if you're still in good enough shape to maybe fool around a little. Emo asks how your day was; rock asks how your lay was. Me? I need both in my life. Give me The Black Crowes spiked with Saves The Day, Zeppelin avec Dashboard, The Libertines and Thursday, The Faces alongside Finch, and Ryan Adams chased by Ryan Adams (hey, he can do both classic rock
and emo pretty decently). That way, I can get my ya ya's out with rock all night, knowing that emo will be there in the morning to nurse me back to health. What could be better?
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