This one came to me after I judged a round of the Space’s recent battle of the bands. Half of the bands that night were acoustic, and while I have no problem with that, one really rubbed me the wrong way. I’m not going to name names here because I’m not trying to single out any particular artist, but this trend as a whole needs to stop.
We get it, you miss the carefree days of summer and the temporary romance that ensues. It’s the perfect metaphor; something warm and fleeting that dies into the cold stillness of winter. Still, there’s no faster way to label yourself as a high schooler. Summer represents a temporary respite from the crushing depression of school. It’s cliched and it’s trite and you aren’t being original or unique. Chances are, you’re being fucking boring.