For pure sugar flows from its speakers.
It started with “Everything You Want,” by Vertical Horizon.
For those who are fortunate to have been nowhere near a radio since its release, “Everything You Want” is the story of a young man who is madly in love with a young woman who, as per obligation, is actively not in love with him, though he exemplifies the things she claims to want in a man.
Since then, an entire sub-genre of sap-crap has evolved, including–but not by any means limited to–“Flavor of the Weak” by American Hi-Fi, “Absolutely (Story of a Girl)” by Nine Days, “Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus, and several dozen others. The sub-genre is typefied by a pop-punk sound[sup]1[/sup], and most importantly, a stinging, unrequited teenage love theme.[sup]2[/sup]
Here’s my problem. This stuff gets played, and a lot. It’s cliche, it’s pithy, and worst of all, it’s mundane. I mean, if I were to write a song about the fact that I have feet, I wouldn’t be able to sell it, or get airplay, because it’s more or less a given. Most people have feet. There’s no uniqueness to it.
Same goes with unrequited love. Almost all “teenage love”–at least, in my experience–is unrequited. Indeed, my experience includes quite a lot of unrequited love, but I don’t go writing pithy little songs trying to get the whole bloody country to feel bad for me. “Pity me, my girl found somebody more capable.” At least find something original to whine about, you putz! Don’t disrespect me by saying that you’re the only one to ever have gotten shut down, and that you’re the only one with romance problems, and that you’re the only one whose crush hasn’t reciprocated, and for the love of dancing crap, don’t you ever again try to tell me that your life is over because some stuck-up high school snob has shot you down.
So news flash. Your whiny adolescence isn’t welcome here. Find your own way through puberty. Don’t pout to the whole bloody world about it.
GROW UP. GET OVER IT. Or I will personally track you down and hit you with a brick. Perhaps then you’ll write about something interesting.
NOW GET OFF MY RADIO!
[sup]1[/sup]Vertical Horizon’s song lacks this, but it introduces the subject matter which has become abused by these and others.
[sup]2[/sup]By way of confirmation, Zebrahead has parodied this sub-genre with “Playmate of the Year.” The only difference between this and the other songs I’ve mentioned lies in the fact that the object of the singer’s affection happens to be made of paper (that is, a centerfold).
