TW sees (seize) the world

In case you were concerned, after the last rejection, I sat and pondered.. and then moped (which looks like moped, the small motorbike, but I mean moped) around the flat for a bit; looked at the wall and the ceiling which I find does actually help, and then put the little book back in an envelope and sent it back to where it came.. the capital; where the money goes 'round, but not much else.
Sometimes I like the excitement of permanently being on the verge of being the new "whatever" - I do think that this will happen and I will be asked how I managed to come up with a concept like TW, and I'll just say.... "I dunno; for I am not the new '...' this has been festering in my brain for ten years, but nobody ever noticed, because you were too busy having parties rather than understanding what it is the new '...' is." and on and on I'll ramble, only to be understood by Eddie Izzard, Bobby Conn and Martin Taylor.

The R (ahhhhh) Factor

Just thinking last night whilst watching all those hopefuls on the X Factor have their dreams dashed against the rocky face of Osbourne et al. There were some who just broke your heart; there were clearly pretty poor singers, those that just lost it with stage nerves or were not TV pretty... so I was thinking, I am going to have a talent contest called the R Factor (R as in ahhhh)... and also it could stand for Reject.
I always prefer the losers to be honest; the winners are usually just a carbon copy of something that has already been proven to be successful- who wants that? I want the ones with an edge; with a disability; with a big nose.
I hate the X Factor; it serves no other purpose than to promote another five minute wonder (and to add to Cowell's millions) - and the biggest joke is that that brush headed knob truly believes that he has an idea about making good music.. wait for another list of number one artists and units sold etc etc.
Good music is not about units sold or number ones... think about this.... I shop in second hand stores a lot, I have never found an Elliott Smith, Bright Eyes or Joy Division CD for sale, I have however found dozens of Hearsay, Boyzone and Britney Spears CDs. Why? Because the people who buy Hearsay are not music lovers, they like TV, they get caught up in the marketing storm that surrounds programs like X Factor and just buy the record. If they do ever actually play the CD, they then realise it has not musical value at all, and so end up passing it either straight to the charity shops and second hand stalls, or to the rubbish bin (where it belongs after all). But what happens is these mediocre records make millions and give Cowell the justification to make more programs like this.
Don't get me wrong, the initial X Factor programs are strangely addictive; what better than seeing people's hopes crushed... no, I don't mean that; I did audition myself so I do know what it feels like. You can't take your eyes of the program though, these people really want something and it's real, their failings are almost tangible. Everything after, is just lights and mirrors... no value whatsoever.
So if you're reading Daniel, I was gutted when they let you go - you were the winner for me. Good luck all you fellow Aahhh Factor members, for I am one of you.