I didn't say I was powerful, I said I was a wizard.

Whilst listening to Chiodos on this freezing evening, I pondered the day's events, and recalled something I had read in Rolling Stone that afternoon. It was the "'06 yearbook" edition, and there was a tiny column labeled "Who hates emo the most?" I immediately looked closer, annoyed by the term "emo". Define "emo", you tools. You can't. Emo doesn't exist. The term is annoying. I listen to quite a lot of music which most people would define as "emo", and you know what it does? It kicks ass. But I digress. The previously mentioned article included testimonials from certain bands with their opinions on the whole "emo" thing. One word caught my eye: DISTURBED. Many know Disturbed as hands down the most obnoxious band on the planet. Now, I can respect your musical taste no matter what, with two exceptions. You can listen to exclusively Justin Timberlake, and I'll say, oh, that's cool. You can listen to Rihanna or Soulja Boy or Akon and only those artists. And you know what? I'd be okay with that. I would respect your musical taste. By now you're thinking, "But, David, you've listed all those awful artists, what could possibly be your two exceptions?"
Here they are. I cannot and will not respect your musical taste if you listen to Tokio Hotel...or Disturbed. It's almost unfathomable to me how a normal human being can listen to Disturbed and not have a brain hemorrhage. They're so god awful words cannot describe the pain they cause my ears.

Enough said. Disturbed is awful. I've never envied the deaf more then when I listen to the opening line of "Into the Fire". This line speaks volumes about the band's creative integrity, thought-provoking songwriting, and social awareness. The line, of course, is "AH, AH, AH."

Deep. This is the man, who, in Rolling Stone Magazine, said that emos are a "disgrace to rock and roll".

Sir, you're a disgrace to rock and roll. Please stop making music, for the sake of the planet earth.