They've long been the symbol of temptation.
Snow White and Eve - they were dim bitches who failed to see past the shiny allure of the fruit. If I may indulge in the metaphor, apples are kind of like the bad music people find themselves wrongly compelled to experience. They are wax-polished by large institutions and supplied to the masses in neatly-packed rows. They're easy to find and fairly inexpensive. We can safely declare them a mainstream fruit.
I'm here to be the writhing, malevolent worm lurking within that fruit.
I'm the sneaky grub on the inside, analyzing the shit out of everything.
The truth is, whether they're going to poison you, get you banished, or supply you with a shitty computer system, apples cannot be trusted.
As you can probably tell, mainstream music is not something I find favourable. It's anti-music and pro-image. I eat the innards out of those dreaded Top-40 countdowns. So think the next time you take that tentative bite out of shiny red delicious, because I just might be waiting in the center with an evil grin on my face.
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