Being sick is ‘fun’ for about 2.5 hours. After 2.5 hours you’ve woken up from your 2.5 hour nap and then you’re wide-awake with a stuffed up nose, a scratchy chest, and a severe case of restlessness.
Now I sit in the ever-darkening livingroom, lit only by the glow of Jed and VH1’s 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock. It is proving quite educational and very humbling. Sometimes I forget that I know really, nothing at all about rock and roll and am generally clueless.
For instance, let’s take Frank Zappa. I don’t get it. It seems like everyone’s always talking about what a creative visionary he was, and I can’t name a single song.
Okay, forget it. They have Richie Sambora trying to explain the relevancy of The Doors (pppbbttt) so clearly this list is for shit. Not that I put any stock into any sort of list of greatest anything (art’s subjective). But I guess there is some justice in the world, because Def Leppard was just named as rocking harder than The Doors — which makes me laugh.
I like Def Leppard better than the Doors. Hell, I like ABBA better than the Doors.
PeeWee, I would like you singing in the car better than I like The Doors.
Def Leppard could out-rock the Doors with one hand tied behind their backs.
Except the drummer, of course. He’d be in a bit of a pickle.
at least both fugazi AND the bad brains were included, although they seem to lean toward the more metal (read: shitty/long/boring) late-era bad brains.
i’m with you on the zappa, though.
UH, I laughed out loud.
And Jodi, you REALLY don’t want to hear me sing.