By Tony Hicks
Monday, July 30th, 2007 at 11:51 am in Uncategorized.
I still don’t quite get this blog thing. As in “Am I supposed to wait until I get some great/funny/inspired idea and feverishly start typing before the bulb over my head burns out?
Or can I just write that, on the whole, I’m not very happy with my lunch?
When they advertise “Pasta and Meatballs,” on the little cafeteria sign – and that’s always meant a plate of hearty spaghetti and meatballs with marinara sauce – isn’t it reasonable to expect that’s what you’ll get?
Instead I got a few meatballs surrounded by those big noodle things that look like hollowed-out logs, dipped in watery creme sauce. And chopped up green peppers. I HATE chopped up green peppers, and that cook-guy should know it. I didn’t actually tell him not to put them in this time. But, wearing that giant hat, he should be able to read my mind.
Anyways, the real reason I’m here is because I had a thought – a very strange thought. I’ll preface it by re-establishing my rock/snob creds and say the new Peter Case record “Let Us Now Praise Sleepy John,” is very, very good. As usual.
But, as you know, most music snobs don’t pay much attention to anything Motley Crue-ish anymore. At least not in a very long time and even then it should probably involve a video with a hot starlet circulating around the Internet (not that I would stoop so low – at least not with the lousy dial-up connection I used to have). Most everything they’ve done in solo land the past…probably ever…has been frightfully bad. Especially if it had anything to do with that guy who keeps making bad reality shows and pretending he’s not pushing 50. Which in his case, is the new 49.
But…Nikki Sixx’s “Heroin Diaries Soundtrack,” is actually pretty good.You know, if you’re into suicidal nuts writing 13 love/hate songs about having a needle stuck in his arm and vomiting and stuff. It’s a soundtrack for a book (?) that’s coming out, all about Nikko’s drug addiction. Which I thought we already covered in “The Dirt,” and “Behind the Music.” You know you’re a drug addict when you need two books, a TV show, 13 songs, and a pending feature film, to document it all. Still, it’s kind of fun listening to Nikki talk about spending Christmas naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in his arm. And I thought my family was bad on the holidays.
But the songs are actually pretty well-thought out and, as long as the jolly topic doesn’t wear too thin, it’s worth a listen or two. It’s a bit dramatic in a Queensryche-ish concept record sort of way, which is unexpected from anyone in Motley Crue. But what the hell – if you can get paid for telling stories about what an animal you used to be, more power to you.
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