Miyoshi Chinatsu? YEEEH!

I often find myself shaking my fist at all you young whippersnappers who can’t stop gushing about the disgustingly LQ cellphone video of High-King’s new PV or excitedly discussing Kusumi Koharu’s upcoming single for that anime disaster she voice acts in. Maybe it’s because I’m not old and I find more value in old things. Or maybe it’s because, back in Hello! Project’s heyday (Christ, how long has this company been around?!), they actually employed singers who could sing decently, and had songs that weren’t total crap. Don’t even try to defend your precious Sugaya Risakos, your “Resonant Blue” singles, because I’ve heard it all and my judgment remains the same.

Recently, I’ve come into possession of the music of some really obscure Hello! Project artists whom I have admired from afar. Sheki-Dol is one of these artists (their PVs are on YouTube, and I encourage curious parties to go check those out), but today, I’m going to discuss Miyoshi Chinatsu. This means reviewing each of her singles (and her short-lived career). She was, by no means, any Fujimoto Miki or Matsuura Aya, but if she’d stayed, I think she would complement them nicely (and them likewise).

Jumping My Blogging Shark, Rofl

I’m going to get back on-track by doing something I’ve been contemplating doing as a blog post for a while now but steering clear of it because I consider it to be kind of lazy. This is posting straight Instant Messager conversations as they are. It’s done to great effect in some blogs, but in yossha yossha YOSSHA!, I’m afraid it’s just this shy of being too offbeat. In this case, however, I had a conversation with my good friend and fellow blogger Vulpi, and since she sort of spawned the entire conversation, her opening quip is central to getting the message across. I would like to be capable of translating it in a way that is more typical of me (read: boring), but after reviewing it for a total of five minutes… Nah.

Disclaimer: CJ, don’t hate me. I’m serious. Don’t. Don’t hate me because I LOVE YOU. Feminists, I do not endorse the word “bitch” as sexists do. It’s already bad enough that I have to bring that up because I’d really prefer no association with those kinds of people whatsoever, but it’s happened to me before where feministic persons have given me shit for being lax about my various assortment of words I use to refer to women by (even though I, myself, am a bitch, yes!). And Tanaka Reina fans, I have a special extended disclaimer for you.

And Now, For Something Retardedly Unusual!

Whenever I blog, I usually try to examine things from a different perspective. Because I get lost in writing. When I used to write short stories and the like, I got stuck on a train of thought and had to stop myself periodically so that I wouldn’t run into the cow standing on the tracks. Right now, I’m thinking silently to myself, “Wow, done with the really lame self-insight yet?”.

Sometimes I’ll ask myself, “What kind of blogger am I?”

Why I’m Tired Of Idols Like Aibon

The only reason I am ever excited for more Hello! Project auditions is because there is a 50% chance that someone will get through those auditions who isn’t under fifteen years old, who isn’t fucking kawaii or moé, and who has some realism in the content of their character. After much brainstorming and the announcement of the upcoming three-month Taiwanese Hello! Pro Egg audition which “[will be] seeking new members from 6-24 years old”, I’ve realized this. It’s amazing because it makes up 80% of the basis of why the original Morning Musume lineup is my ideal image of the group.

Think about it. What kinds of girls — what kind of women embodied the first generation? There was my shining example of a good H!P member, Nakazawa Yuko. The best damn leader for a lameshit Japanese pop group that there will ever be. This woman had style, class, confidence, maturity, and a voice that wasn’t tossed into a proverbial vocal meat grinder just to sound like a chipmunk on the finished product. Everyone else followed suit.

A Whole Bunch Of Thoughts But Nowhere To Put Them

I’ve been frustrated with the status of yossha yossha YOSSHA! for almost a month now. I feel as though the blogosphere is sick of me and I’ve hit a dry spot regarding topics to spew 2000 words about, which used to be my “claim to fame”. Why is blogging such a big fucking deal to me on a more than merely subconscious level? Am I becoming just like all you attention whores out there, leaping at the chance to release an exclusive PV or some groundbreaking new information into the vast sea of overlapping thoughts and words so that your penname will be attached to it forevermore and immortalized in some 300 views in a day that only serve to make you feel better about yourself?

Fuck no, I say. Fuck no. I’ve always written about things I feel from the heart and opinions that are earnest. But this lapse in blogging is pissing me off. I am in a rut and it is one lacking in creativity, bigtime. What can I do to help myself?