It's Probably Safe To Have Unprotected Sex Again
Bret Michaels has once again rounded up probably 2/3rds of the STD-infected female population for his "Rock Of Love" franchise/Tv show/destroyer of Western Civilization.
Seriously, in 2009, why is Bret Michaels not working as a short-order cook alongside Kip Winger and the rhythm section of Cinderella in rural Pennsylvania right now? I was never a fan of grunge but I was grateful to the flannel legions for finally ridding the airwaves of the poodle-hair scourge. The ozone layer was also thankful. On the same tack why in the name of God (or Satan?) does Motley freakin' Crue still have a career? Why does every single VH1 show about music (old or new) have to include someone from an Eighties hair band? NOT OKAY. Why all of a sudden, after nearly two decades of everyone in music agreeing that all things that crawled from the Whiskey A Go-Go and The Cathouse from the years 1984 to 1988 were the musical equivalent of the Weimar Republic, has it been okay recently for David Coverdale to actually be seen in public?
I'm sorry if that sounds elitist or snobby of me but seriously people, c'mon.
I'm not against the occasional airing of an old Poison or Ratt or Winger video in some Eighties roundup show ("VH1 Presents: The 376th Top 10 ____ Of The Eighties Show We've Done This Week" or something) but only as a nostalgic oh-my-Gawd-look-at-how-silly-that-was thing. Every nanosecond Bret The Bandana spends on TV with his harem of sad, desperate hangers-on (where are their moms? F'real) is time taken away from some new musician or band. Or hell even an old band or musician who is still relevant.
"But they sold millions of records, Jim, you know that," people say to me. Yeah well so did Color Me Badd and Jethro Tull and you haven't seen any shows involving members of those bands have you? To resurrect another Eighties relic: Just say no.
Seriously, in 2009, why is Bret Michaels not working as a short-order cook alongside Kip Winger and the rhythm section of Cinderella in rural Pennsylvania right now? I was never a fan of grunge but I was grateful to the flannel legions for finally ridding the airwaves of the poodle-hair scourge. The ozone layer was also thankful. On the same tack why in the name of God (or Satan?) does Motley freakin' Crue still have a career? Why does every single VH1 show about music (old or new) have to include someone from an Eighties hair band? NOT OKAY. Why all of a sudden, after nearly two decades of everyone in music agreeing that all things that crawled from the Whiskey A Go-Go and The Cathouse from the years 1984 to 1988 were the musical equivalent of the Weimar Republic, has it been okay recently for David Coverdale to actually be seen in public?
I'm sorry if that sounds elitist or snobby of me but seriously people, c'mon.
I'm not against the occasional airing of an old Poison or Ratt or Winger video in some Eighties roundup show ("VH1 Presents: The 376th Top 10 ____ Of The Eighties Show We've Done This Week" or something) but only as a nostalgic oh-my-Gawd-look-at-how-silly-that-was thing. Every nanosecond Bret The Bandana spends on TV with his harem of sad, desperate hangers-on (where are their moms? F'real) is time taken away from some new musician or band. Or hell even an old band or musician who is still relevant.
"But they sold millions of records, Jim, you know that," people say to me. Yeah well so did Color Me Badd and Jethro Tull and you haven't seen any shows involving members of those bands have you? To resurrect another Eighties relic: Just say no.