I'm not a Slash fan either

I always wonder what it will be like when music stops moving the world. When a generation of youth will essentially become the generation of the mute and deaf. I doubt I will ever see the day, but soylent green are people, yo.

So many people I know would rather lose their sight rather than their hearing for fear of the loss of music. I'm still on the fence about that one.

I've never not had music in my life. From belting out Aretha Franklin in the middle of the living room (brought on by a love of the Big Chill soundtrack) when I was three, to my death defying foray into a metal mosh pit, music has enveloped my entire being.

It frightens me when I realize that despite my love of music, I relish the silence. The enveloping silence. As I stare at my music players and shrug.

Maybe I should go listen to some Every Rose Has its Thorn and ponder the re-emergence of Axl Rose and the Chinese Democracy. Both are oxymorons it would seem. Both guaranteed to profit though. In spades my dear Bond.

The day they played and it pleased the Lord

I know that no one particularly cares, but Eve 6 have reunited.

This pleases me to no end. They were the first concert I ever went to (with Gob And Treble Charger). Nothing spectacular, but to me their reuniting is equivalent to all those 30-something women who are ga-ga over the fact that NKOTB has returned (which roughly equates to there truly being no G-d). It reminds me of a simpler time when pop-punk-quirky lyrics reigned supreme and song titles did not resemble PhD dissertation titles, or academic footnotes.

Excuse me while I go and giggle incessantly in the corner.

What?!?

This is not musical. but I thought it amusing anyway.

I received an e-mail this morning from a company in Hawai'i I have dealt with in the past for jewellery advertising a Barack Obama necklace they designed for him out of carved bone, and promises to donate 25% of proceeds.

Here is the link to the site.

I think it is pretty but a bit unisinpired.

Sarcastic? No not at all.

How to become a Hootie and the Blowfish Fan as brought to you by Ehow and annotated by me

Step One

Recognize the uniqueness of Hootie and the Blowfish. When commenting on the band’s combination of an African-American lead singer with a trio of Caucasian musicians, the drummer once stated, “we’re actually three white guys in an all-black band.” (So really, you're a reverse Dave Matthews' Band? Way to buck the trend there guys)

Step Two

Appreciate the band’s cohesiveness. The band has never broken up over internal fights or power struggles. Each band member has worked in solo projects to try other styles and genres. But they are always supportive of each other and they have always come back together to produce new music for their fans. ( Translate: We can't make a living elsewhere, so we're stuck doing this)

Step Three

Acknowledge their longevity. The band has been making music since college and they still have a strong following. The majority of their concerts continue to sell out and their songs appeals to a wide-range of ages and musical preferences. (If you aim low, you rarely miss it. This is why Limp Bizkit was so popular.)

Step Four

Value the ideals that the band represents. They are just four guys that enjoy making music, playing golf and drinking beer together. Each member has a family and they take several months away from touring each year to spend time with the ones they love. ( So I'm supposed to applaud them for common sense? And engaging in behaviour that a good portion of middle class america already does? Damn...)

Step Five

Listen to some of their lesser known music. You may have become a Hootie and the Blowfish fan in the late 1990s when they were all over the airwaves. Their first one – “Cracked Rear View” – is often recognized by even non-fans because of the radio stations playing the songs so much on the radio when it came out. But Hootie and the Blowfish has released several albums since then, including “Musical Chairs” and “Looking for Lucky.” (Just because they have released albums since CRV does not warrant me listening to them. I'm seriously questioning the rationality in this How to list)

Step Six

Take note of the covers that the band has done. They’ve covered songs by many bands, including Led Zeppelin. Their album “Scattered, Smothered and Covered” is an entire album of covers. They might have even covered a song from your favorite band. (Dear lord, I'm supposed to be a fan because they've done cover songs? Jeez, by this rationale, I should love upteen punk bands. Emm Gryner covered Def Leppard, but that doesn't mean I should like her solely based on that. I don't even like her anyway)

Step Seven

Go to a live Hootie and the Blowfish concert. Even though they aren’t widely discussed, they are still creating music and putting on shows for their fans. Their live concerts are energy-filled and exciting for fans and non-fans alike. Going to one of their live shows will undoubtedly help you become a Hootie and the Blowfish fan by the time it's over. (Unless I die from being crushed by fanatic fans who have taken this list to heart. Or I wake up from the bad 90s music coma I got myself into in the first place)



Damnit, I just thought all it took was a questionable taste in music to like this band. My bad.

The only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage

So Issac Hayes passed away yesterday, and all I could think of was " Wow.... At least Matt Stone and Trey Parker already came up with a clever way to write out the Chef character in South Park". With Bernie Mac's passing the first thing that came through my mouth was " Well there goes an Ocean's 14" (please for the love of all that is furry please let there not be another Ocean's movie. Let Clooney stick to political and dramatic roles. Thanks a bunch!)

I know it is kind of crass of me, but I really do not care when celebrities pass away. Maybe my interest in them jumped shark eons ago, but nothing about celebrities, musicians especially makes me want to cry when they pass away. Except Jim Henson, but I was 4, so my sorrow is belated. I have compassion for the families they leave behind, but the fact that they pass away really has no effect on me.

Did Courtney kill Kurt? Don't exactly know, and don't care! I kind of wish people would get closure from the situation already. A man who despised the level of fame and adulation that is still being given to him 14 years after his death would probably be furious and have become a hermit a la Howard Hughes were he still alive. As for Jim Morrison, the man had a drug problem, do you not think glorifying him ater death is just counterproductive a bit? Don't get me wrong, I love the Doors and all, but I take my singers with a dose of reality

I know Mama Cass did not die from that elusive ham sandwich, but if she had my love of porcine products would have sky-rocketed since their powers to wow me would have increased a minimum of ten-fold. But then again, I guess that is just me.

I seriously cannot understand why we get so worked up about actors and musicians and their lives (or the end of as the case may be). What are they doing in this day and age that warrants me to shed tears? I surely have never met them. Yes I like their music, but that is the music, not them. They have yet to change my life in such a profound way that I am distraught once they have left this rotating sphere.

I don't look forward the Bernie Mac and Issac Hayes movies that will now be playing on television in the coming days. Not that I particularly dislike either of their bodies of work, it's just I think honouring artists upon passing should be a bit more meaningful than an edited version of Shaft, or the Samuel L remake.

RIP though Bernie and Issac.

Nanu-Nanu

I dont know how but I suddenly lose control

I truly and utterly enjoyed the new Mamma Mia movie.

Once I stop dying from sleep deprivation I will post something more of substance.

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Happy James Cockburn Day everyone!

I am in a living hell that makes me wonder if I'm alive

I am just beyond angry today at things going on in my household. Or rather things being done in my household without consideration of my feelings. All part of a process that repeats itself as it has since I was a kid.

You know what is helping to calm me down? Death and Gothic metal. I cranked that stuff up on my iyiyi and felt the anger dissipate, only to return when I left my room.

Right now I am blasting Godsmack to piss my father off. I wonder how long it will take. I have the volume set at 22 right now. Mmmm loud Pagan screaming in surround sound.

Music, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I wish someone would make a Gothic metal concept album based on Hamlet. Let it be so!