Random Thoughts

But it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head...

-- Super Groups- There aren't too many examples of great super groups out there (members of different bands coming together to form a new, greater band the likes of which we've never seen), yet the idea of an all powerful super group consisting of top tier performers from various bands has always intrigued me. History has shown that for the most part, super groups aren't really all that super. The Damn Yankees for instance, consisting of Tommy Shaw of Styx, Jack Blades of Night Ranger, Ted Nugent of Ted Nugent, and some guy named Michael Cartellone, were a catastrophe of 80's metal that, as far as I can tell, were the catalyst for the rock Apocalypse known as Creed. More recently we had groups such as Hell Yeah emerge, a heavy metal super group made up of former Mudvayne, Damageplan, and Pantera members, that proved somewhat successful and at least vaguely interesting. Velvet Revolver, which was basically Guns and Roses with the heroine addicted Scott Weiland taking vocals, was a band of great potential that ultimately was a disappointment. And then there's Chickenfoot (a band I assume you've never heard of), which consists of the curious union between Sammy Hagar of Van Halen: The Bad Years, Michael Anthony of Van Halen (the fat bass player), Joe Satriani, and drummer Chad Smith from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Like the Damn Yankees before them, Chickenfoot has only managed to summon the end times upon us (Creed is back together, if you haven't heard) and is yet another stain on rock history.

Despite all the evidence that super groups are doomed to failure, it will always be my hope that someday, a truly great Super Group will come together to make the greatest rock album of all time. If I had my way, it would be an Alt-rock group born from the ashes of the post-grunge era that combined intrinsic guitar work with screaming vocals and ironic lyrics. The group would be fronted by Trent Reznor of NIN, who would have to be put on suicide watch after the album was finished because of all the dark places it took him. There would be dueling lead guitarist in the band- Jack Black of the White Stripes and Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins, both of whom would claim that they are the only lead guitarist in the group and would steadfastly refuse to acknowledge the other's existence. Sitting at drums would be Dave Grohl (Foo Fighters), who would also be the band's producer, agent, director, manager, and lone roadie. And finally, the band's bass player would be some random hot chick with an aversion to clothes. They would call themselves the "Smashing Nine Inch White Fighters," and they would lock themselves in a music studio where they would indulge in an endless supply of cocaine, hookers, and Doritos until the record was done.

Go ahead. Tell me that wouldn't be the greatest album of all time.


-- Considering the enormous economic downturn in California right now, not to mention most of the country, how disastrous would it be if the Big One hit right now? Not that there would be a good time for California to suffer a monster quake, but just imagine an 8, 9, 10 earthquake striking LA or San Fran sometime soon. It would be a disaster of epic proportions, and Roland Emmerich would direct it.

-- Speaking of Roland Emmerich, have you seen the preview for 2012? The poor Mayans. How can anyone take their doomsday prophecy seriously after Hollywood made a blockbuster movie out of it? And why didn't anyone make a Y2K movie a few years before Y2K? Huge missed opportunity.

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810045661/video/14045555/20090618/179/14045555-100-flash-s.87698655-,14045555-100-wmv-s.87698639-,14045555-300-flash-s.87698656-,14045555-700-flash-s.87698657-,14045555-1000-flash-s.87698659-,14045555-300-wmv-s.87698643-,14045555-700-wmv-s.87698652-,14045555-1000-wmv-s.87698654-


-- Bad Moon Rising- Steph and I spent the 4th at Debbie and Eric's, enjoying great food and good company. D&E were stellar hosts, which is why I feel especially bad about my ass making an unwanted appearance at the barbecue. I was drunk, and we were all enjoying the arsenal of fireworks D&E had picked up, when Eric's friend Paul and I decided to leap over the bursting pyrotechnics as a show of our manliness. Though the leap over dancing flames was a success, it wasn't without consequence, as my poorly belted shorts and underwear did not make the journey into the sky with me. To Debbie and Eric I must send my deepest apologies for what they witnessed, and I can only hope they will forgive me for the resulting loss of appetite, the nightmares, and the challenges to their faith that seeing my moon may have caused.

-- The Diet Blog's Triumphant Return- With the 4th of July now behind us, it's time for me to renew my goal of dropping lbs. Currently I'm at 201 lbs, and my goal is to get down to 190 by the end of the month. For the rest of the month, I'm going totally hardcore. Come August, I'll be slimmin.

-- Hell's Elevator, the unfortunate and cheesy tale of one man's descent into the depths of Hell, is almost finished. Almost. No really. I probably won't let anyone read it though. Trust me, it's bad.