Dear God, and I nearly had heart failure at the Grammy nods for Gwen freaking Stefani....
Not to mention, in my humble opinion, "Don't Believe the Truth," is a great album. Definitely the best since "Morning Glory." And for the love of all that is holy, better than f-ing Coldplay's whiney asses. Don't get me wrong, I have much respect for Gwyneth landing the object of her stalking, but it doesn't change the fact that they whine. A lot. And don't even get me started on Bono's megalomania. You lie down with dogs, you get fleas. I'm speaking of the politicians he associates with here.
As you can infer, I do enjoy the rock and the roll. Preferably loud. I like the following:
1. Attitude in a lead singer. Actual singing ability not necessary, if charisma/showmanship/sneering is superior enough. See: Brown, Ian.
2. Guitars that you can feel at the base of your spine.
3. Bass and drums that make you want to dance. Or at least jump around like a spaz.
4. Driving tunes. Lyrical prowress optional. If you have a great tune, the lyrics don't have to make perfect sense. Or sense at all. See: "Digsy's Diner," Definitely Maybe, Oasis.
For reference, see: Rolling Stones, The. Who, The. Zeppelin, Led. Jam, The. Stone Roses, The. Oasis.
As I am frequently wrong about many things, it is possible I am wrong about what makes rock spectacular. Worth thinking about.
See, Things I have been wrong about:
1. No one would be drunk enough to jump into the canal in Pella
2. My sister, not a minion of Satan
3. Dating guys that more people know their nicknames than their actual given names= good idea
4. The American public would never be stupid enough to worship Nicole Ritchie and Paris Hilton's respective emaciated asses
5. Classes? I can skip this week. Let's go to the bar!
So, you see, there are precedents.
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