The dashboard melted, but we still have the radio

Sometimes I wonder what makes people so angry. I don’t get the hate, but then again, I’m not one for being constantly angry, so perhaps it makes sense for those who are. I’m trying to give people the benefit of the doubt, but the latest news in the indie world regarding authors being targeted through negative reviews on Goodreads, etc., really makes me wonder what is going on.

The fact that authors are pushed to the brink of suicide, to the point of throwing up arms and giving up, it makes me horribly sad. What on earth are these people saying? What is it that has cut the authors down to the quick?

I feel for my fellow scribes and I hope this doesn’t continue. No one needs to see a roving pack of wild dogs out for blood. (Please don’t think I hate dogs, I really don’t at all, I love my own dog very much!)

Not liking a story is one thing, I will give anyone that, they’re free to express the fact that the story was not for them. I can understand that perhaps a style, or a story line, or characters just didn’t reach people the way the author intended. I don’t understand making anyone cry with the rudest things ever said. I have read a few one star reviews and I had to stop. The negativity was overwhelming and didn’t really help the reviewers cause as most of their reviews were negative. Makes you wonder what on earth do these people like exactly?

The indie community has been there for me, I adore it, and I hope that I can spread some positive words about it. I really hope that people just a) shut their mouths if they have nothing nice to say and b) spread some love around because people need to hear that.

Hugs to everyone. Except the haters, no love from me you scrubs.

 

MODEST MOUSE LYRICS

“Dashboard”

Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.Oh, it should’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go.Oh, it could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Well, the windshield was broken but I love the fresh air you know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)Oh, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know, oh!
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Oh, we talked about nothing which was more than I wanted you to know-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Oh! It would’ve been, could’ve been worse than it had even gone
Well, the car was on blocks, but I was already where I want.
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)

Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh if the world don’t like us it’ll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well tow it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
and in the evening one’s consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.

I was patiently erasing and recording the wrong episodes
After you had proved my point wrong,
It wasn’t like I’d let it go, oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh.
I just wanted to catch the last laugh of this show.

Yeah, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
(The dashboard melted, but we ran it good, we ran it good)

Hard-wired to conceive, so much we’d have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants.
Don’t wear eyelids so I don’t miss the last laugh of this show.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)

Oh, we could’ve been, should’ve been worse than you would ever know.
(The dashboard melted but we still have the radio)
Well, you told me about nowhere well it sounds like someplace I’d like to go-oh-oh-oh-oh.
Now here we go!

Well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well tow it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon,
Every dawn you’re surprising,
and in the evening one’s consoling
Saying “See it wasn’t quite as bad as”

Oh it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know.

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