Sigh of Sorrow

Hi. I know, its been months. BUT I have a few excuses (thanks to those of you that asked where I'd been)

Excuse #1 I've been writing creatively more and have therefore been putting poems, songs, etc. on the other blog.

Excuse #2 Everything is crap in the entertainment world right now and I don't want to use words like "ass-sucking garbage" and upset my younger readers, or Shannon anyway.

Here's the thing, here is the fucking thing: I can barely turn on my tv anymore without the overwhelming urge to hurt people and small woodland animals. Its turned into COMPLETE garbage across the board. Most notorious? MTV.

Used to be, the way you found out about new bands was: you watched MTV. People say there aren't any good bands like Nirvana anymore. Well, there'll never be another Nirvana, but there is plenty of good stuff out there. You'd never know though because MTV is too busy following the exploits of over-sexed, over-tanned, over-served, under-fed, and over-spoiled American Eagle robots 24 hours a day with cameras.

Do you remember when you could count on videos all day long? Headbanger's ball, Yo MTV Raps, Unplugged and music video after music video until Cindy Crawford's House of Fashion came on. Glorious I tell you. The only "shows" MTV had back then (1990-1999 RIP) were good too. The State, Beavis and Butthead, hell even The Real World had substance back then!

Of course, the paradox is that, well, maybe music was better then and it was worth showing videos by Nirvana, NIN, Alice in Chains, Wu Tang, and Beck. I simply remember the constant talk going something like: "Did you see that new Live video? I'm going out and buying that album." Now its probably something like: "Hey, Tyler, I was watching The Hills last night and that really skinny girl, no the other one, was listening to the new Usher on her iPod. I'm so gonna download that right after I shave my chest and hit up Starbuck's." For shame.

The saddest part is...its gone forever. The minute Dan screwed Melissa and that other chick in the shower on Real World: Miami, I knew it was over.

ON DVD: If you don't already, please go get The Beyond special edition. For God's sake, its probably the best zombie gore fest in the history of Italian zombie gore fests ever. And that's quite a tough market to corner. Its one of Lucio Fulci's trilogy, complete with a (very) young Catriona MacColl, and pre-staff infection David Warbeck.

Music: Black Crowes (with Luther Dickinson on slide) is hot. Shelby Lynne's newest, still hot. Steve Winwood has a new album coming out. Should be hot.

And now, Paris Hilton with our weather: "Its Hot."

I'm back. So be careful, listen and watch wisely. Don't go see Good Luck Chuck type movies (Dane Cook should be strapped to a rocket and shot into the sun), go see Diary of the Dead or No Country for Old Men type movies. You may learn something...like, what good movies look like and that nickel-plated shotguns with silencers are the coolest form of weaponry known to man.

I won't make it such a long time next time.