If you are among the masses who wish they could see a half-naked, greased up, Tim Robbins / Randy Quaid-looking dude who will rock out with his guitar and a drum machine and play a Van Halen-inspired version of “You Really Got Me” in his den, then this vid is for you.
After briefly daydreaming about the logistics of applying baby oil to yourself and then trying to pick up, put on, and play your guitar without dropping it, I noticed that, while it was apparent that this guy can play, he never strays far from the song’s melody. Even though it is obviously inspired by the version of the Kinks’ classic that appears of Van Halen’s first album, he never plays anything resembling Eddie Van Halen’s guitar part in any way shape or form, but he does, however, emulate David Lee Roth’s version of the melody over and over and over and over again. Then he solos briefly (and badly). This makes him the weirdest “trapped in the 80’s guitar shredder” ever. Do you think that’s his thing? Do you think my man has business cards that say “I play the guitar like David Lee Roth sings.” If he does, I want to be in his band.
I like blogging. I like having a blog. I enjoy both the creative outlet and the geeky underbelly of blogs, but I gotta say that I think this “Web 2.0″ nonsense is going a little bonkers. I’m not really that comfortable with the sound of my own recorded voice, or so interested in seeing myself rant and rave on youtube. I like the written word. If I was charismatic or articulate enough of a speaker I would feel more comfortable dropping videos and audio clips every other day. I’m just not into it.
I feel like bloggers come in two flavors: people with something to say who rarely have the time to say it and people with plenty of time and nothing to say at all. I’m probably closer to the latter, and most of the blogs I read are in that category as well. Nevertheless, one of the things I was originally attracted to about the medium was the voyeuristic peek into the everyday lives of ordinary people who were capable-enough writers or web designers to make ordinary stuff seem extraordinary. My favorite examples going all the way back to the late 90’s with Evany and James Lileks
That being said, I don’t think of myself as one of those people. I have no problem casually telling people in my life about how I did my laundry last Thursday or went shopping for coffee beans yesterday. Sitting down and writing an article about it just seems tiresome and makes me yawn just thinking about it. I don’t imagine I could make it very interesting.. and it wouldn’t be.
Furthermore, with what little privacy we have today in this world, I am not about to willing give up the rest of it by joining social services that publicize my zip code, or install wordpress plugins that tell everyone what book I am reading, what CDs I am listening to, how my sex life is and when I last had a solid bowel movement. I’m not any more interested in telling you guys any of that stuff than any of you are in reading it. There is a fine line between making yourself accessible and broadcasting all of your personal life just for the sake of begging the world to be interested in you and creating filler when you have nothing to talk about.
I suppose you could say that this very post, and most of my recent posts have been filler and I am coming off as being pretty hypocritical right now. If you said that, you would be right. Let’s be fair, though.. most of this blog is bullshit– I am not one of those cool ubergeek professional blogger guys– and chances are good that you’re not even reading this.
No, not me. I just wanted you to open your RSS readers a little quicker this morning.
I think if we were all to navigate through our respective myspace high school alumni listings we would all discover that at least one thing is true for all of us:
Everyone in high school, who you thought was gay and who refused to acknowledge their sexuality, is now out of the closet and living life like coming out was some dramatic “Will & Grace” self-realization.
I guess its good to be so excited and comfortable with yourself that it makes everyone around you wretch. Some might even call it fabulous. Just listen here, gay classmates of Granby High School class of 1997: we were telling you for years– in some cases, since Elementary School– you were never fooling anyone. The whole world knew you were gay. Don’t get me wrong, I will do everything in my power to see to it that your marriages can be legitimately recognized by American Constitutional law, just do me one favor: stop being so gay!
“It’s because… you are one of them. You… are gay. You are gay. You are a homosexual. You’re the opposite of straight, you’re gay. I know it, your family knows it, dogs know it. Everyone seems to know it except you!”- Kids in The Hall, Brain Candy
Kim thinks its revolting when I come out of the bathroom with a book under one arm and a coffee cup in my other. The thought of drinking coffee while dropping it on the one doesn’t sit well with her at all.
Last night we went to a mongolian barbacue place and I went a little nuts (didn’t eat any rice, but I love that bread that they serve). This morning I weighed myself and I am 226lbs!
I’ve never comprehended the pretense that because you share an elevator with a total stranger, you are required to make eye contact and do that goofy closed mouth half-smile to them or pretend to converse with them about shit no one ever wants to talk about. Leave me the hell alone, you wouldn’t ask me about the weather if we were walking up fucking stairs together.
“All this being said - I just don’t get it. I absolutely can not understand how a vote for McCain can be perceived as anything except a vote made out of fear of the future, possible racism or personal greed matched with a self-righteousness against those that need a leg up. If voting and paying taxes are the only two duties we have as citizens of this country I don’t see why you wouldn’t vote for the candidate that seems the most inclined to improve things for everyone (the entire nation / the world) instead of just one particular individual, yourself.” - Michael Eades
