I Don't Like Mondays - a VR Project.

I want to shoot the whole day down.

I've been fairly lax in projects that I want to complete, and that's a personal failing of mine. It's one, really, that I'm not prepared to accept. And it's one that I want to rectify by taking something to fruition. Something interesting. Something, hopefully, funny. Something that can challenge my writing skills. And, because it's me, something that will inflict terrible levels of mental and spiritual pain.

The project is this; every week, for one whole year, I will find a terrible album, either requested by VRererererers, or one I've found myself in a search for unremitting horror. Then I will listen to it. Then I will write about it, hopefully in a way that conveys the sheer horror of what I'm listening to. I would like to say that this is making a statement by converting bad art into good art, or how we might be pleasantly surprised by where our journey takes us, how we might rehabilitate the reputation of that which has been unfairly maligned, or saying something about how music can touch us, even if in this case the music touches us in a way that puts it on the Sex Offenders' Register.

But alas, mostly it is for laughs and my own high levels of self-flagellating masochism.

The rules for this project are as follows:

1) I'm doing this. Every Monday, for one whole year, a post should appear. Only death, ebola, or serious accident should prevent me from doing this. If I'm not, you have permission to kick my a*se. Failing that, a more suitable punishment; fail to do this and I will destroy one album from my collection that I do not consider it a mistake to have bought, chosen in a poll by VRerererers, in a manner chosen by VRerererers, with photographic evidence posted here.

2) The album has to have sold reasonably well and/or be reasonably well known, in other words, have some kind of cultural cachet. No basement-dwelling unsigned w*nker who was so bad even the general public rejected him, because that's far too easy.

3) Related to 2, the album must be acquirable through means that allow me to listen to this kind of stuff without any money. You didn't think I was going to pay to listen to dreck, did you?

4) Variety is the spice of life. I don't think I'd be able to write consistently or engagingly about 52 different dance albums, or 52 different pop albums, etc, etc. Differing genres and differing styles will be welcomed and ruthlessly slated.

5) Related to 4, only one album per artist.

6) No kids albums. Kids don't know sh*t about anything. That is why all the stuff made specifically for them is sh*t. Again, far too easy.

7) All rules except number 1 can be broken in the interests of entertainment of you, the VRererererering public.

PM me or post suggestions, or rules you think should exist that I've missed, and hopefully the terror shall begin, the Monday after next.

This one. We've seen it in HMV on that day the glass lift in Debenhams got embarrassingly stuck 1 inch from the floor and so the doors wouldn't open so we had to jump to get the thing down.

In an effort to revivify an older project left by the wayside, posts will be cross-posted to The Patch.

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Good idea. I've been meaning to resurrect The Patch for a while.

Oh no, now, Mods shouldn't be involved in reviving zombie blogs.

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Quote: Lilac_Leopard

Good idea. I've been meaning to resurrect The Patch for a while.

Oh no, now, Mods shouldn't be involved in reviving zombie blogs.

I'm not a Mod of The Patch Seriously, though, should we revive it or just let you use it? Because I've been reading and there was some good sh*t on there.

I know you were, you diddd...Politics? I'd like to start writing again so may give it a go, would be good if others did the same

Nuisance by Menswe@r

Get through that f*cker and you can have a medal.

Worst album I own is Love Is Here by Starsailor, try that