a tEENAGER???… withPOLITCIAL OPINIONS?? no… politics for adults. this not affect you. go sit at kids table
(5 min later) this new generation of teenagers doesn’t care about anything besides parties and the internet
Last year, when One Direction released “One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks),” a combination Blondie/Undertones cover they recorded for charity, the Guardian’s Adam Boult was prompted to start a list of songs that “must never be covered.” Never mind that 1D’s medley got a seal of approval from Blondie’s Debbie Harry herself; Mr. Boult said it was an “abomination” that somehow “tarnished” the original versions. So it’s not about the gender of the artist doing the cover—it’s about the gender (and age) of their fans. Think about it: Young, poppy acts, have largely young, female fan bases. I believe the reason rockist dudes feel so dang uncomfortable watching these artists cover songs by bands they love is that it points out that they might have something in common with fans of Miley, Lorde, 1D, etc. They might actually have something in common with teenage girls. And what could be worse than that?
Here’s what I want to tell these people: You could do a lot worse than sharing a teenage girl’s taste in music. The pantheon of acts who couldn’t have gotten famous without the support of teenage girls includes a lot of people and bands you probably respect a lot: Michael Jackson. Elvis Presley. The fricking BEATLES. When Nirvana were around, most of their fans weren’t 50-year-old rock critics; they were kids.
Pasadena, CA 13.09
So a friend of mine gave me her Twitter account with a Liam follow recently (9/27) and I was so incredibly happy. Liam has been my inspiration in music for the past year, but has really pushed me past a lot of insecurities in my field. I study audio engineering and as a girl, it’s very hard to work and feel comfortable in that field when it’s overrun by men. But Liam has helped me so much to overcome a lot of hurdles.
On the night of 9/28, just a day later, I decided to DM him my “story”. I thought, “I think I’ll just message it all and kinda have it has a practice getting everything out coherently. And then I’ll message him again when he’s online in hopes that he’ll respond.” So I honestly was not expecting any sort of response. I was just typing and trying to get everything out.
Towards the end of my long story, my phone buzzed. I was messaging him from desktop Twitter just to make it easier on me, so I wasn’t really paying attention to the window per se, but more of what I was typing to make sure everything was said the way I wanted it to be said. But I looked over at my phone, and saw “Message from liam” and my stomach tightened up and I looked back over to the computer screen, just as it loaded, and there it was. He messaged me. Not only did he message me but he read EVERYTHING I had sent him. And there were a lot of messages (I’ll link the tweets below so you can read what I sent him. I’m really proud of my progress and what I sent him so I’d appreciate more people knowing about it).
I was shocked. I wasn’t crying, but I was definitely shaking, and having a bit of a hard time breathing. But for the most part I was relieved. Relieved because he finally knew about me, knew what an impact he made on my life, and was nice enough to read it all and message me about it. And he gave me his support!!! HE CALLED ME HUN. God.
Yesterday I had a really long day, waking up at 5am for work, having another job interview midday (which I totally smashed), and then 3 hours in the studio immediately afterwards where I had to produce a band for the first time. And I can honestly say, if Liam hadn’t messaged me the night before, I would have been struggling and grumpy and annoyed. But I wasn’t. I felt full of life and ready to take on anything life put on my plate.
I’m even more excited about my future now and am ready for my success. I had great confidence I would make it in the music industry before this, but now I just KNOW I’ll make it. I can feel it inside. Thank you Liam.
Tweets containing my DMs:
f is for friends who abandoned me after 8th grade
those midnight messages from bae ;)