BILLBOARD BULLSHIT

Let’s talk about the state of music today—or more accurately, the sad, bloated corpse of what used to be an industry driven by talent and originality. The Billboard Music Awards? Don’t even get me started. Actually, scratch that—I’m already started, and I’m not holding back.

Why Even Have Categories? You’ve seen the nominations. It’s the same 10 goddamn people in every category, and they’re all repping the same cookie-cutter crap. Best Pop Artist? Best Collaboration? Best Streaming Song? Oh, look—it’s Taylor, Drake, Doja, Bieber, and a sprinkle of whoever’s viral this month. Why pretend these are “awards” when it’s just a numbers game rigged for industry darlings? Billboard might as well rename the whole thing to "Spotify’s Most Repeated."

Where’s the Fucking Diversity? And no, I’m not just talking about cultural diversity—I’m talking about diversity in sound, style, and storytelling. When was the last time you heard something truly groundbreaking in the mainstream? That shit’s been buried under a mountain of algorithm-approved, focus-grouped mediocrity. Genres like rock, punk, metal, and underground hip-hop barely exist on these stages anymore, and country music? Don’t even get me started—it’s been sanitized to hell and back.

A Participation Trophy for the Rich and Famous These awards are less about celebrating music and more about stroking the egos of the industry’s biggest cash cows. Got a major label deal? Congrats, you’re automatically nominated! Independent artists? Underground icons? Sorry, this game isn’t for you unless you’re ready to sell your soul for a slice of airtime.

Callout Time: Record Execs, Take Note Jimmy Iovine, Lucian Grainge, Rob Stringer, and Scooter Braun—yeah, I’m calling you out by name. You’ve turned what used to be a creative space into a sterile money-printing machine. Instead of fostering raw, authentic talent, you’re chasing the next TikTok trend or the safest investment for your shareholders. Your "vision" has left us with a wasteland of uninspired noise. Thanks for nothing.

What Happened to Fucking Integrity? Once upon a time, artists fought tooth and nail to stand out. Today, the industry rewards those who play it safe. It’s not about challenging the status quo or making something real; it’s about staying in the algorithm’s good graces. Creativity has been replaced with marketability, and the result is a bland, soulless landscape.

Fix This Mess or Burn It All Down The Billboard Music Awards could be a platform to highlight the entire spectrum of music, from indie trailblazers to experimental geniuses. Instead, it’s a goddamn popularity contest. If we’re not going to reward real artistry, maybe it’s time to scrap the whole thing and let the underground take over. Real music fans don’t need a panel of execs telling us what’s good anyway.

Final Thoughts The state of music today is like fast food: quick, cheap, and leaves you hungry for something real. The Billboard Music Awards are just the cherry on top of a shit sundae. If you’re tired of the same old factory-produced junk, do yourself a favor—dig into the underground, support independent artists, and tell the industry to fuck off. That’s where the real magic still lives.

What do you think? Is the music industry worth saving, or should we just let the whole thing burn and start fresh? Drop your thoughts below.