Axl Rose has been an ignorant prick ever since Guns And Roses made their first ten dollars way back in the late eighties. His bizarre, primadonna behavior has caused riots in my hometown of St. Louis, as well as caused many other problems all around the world. It’s little wonder why the other original members of the band want nothing to do with the guy.
Axl and his retooled GNR lineup brought their show to Ireland over the weekend. Anyone who knows anything about GNR knows that Axl shows up whenever the fuck he wants, so it shouldn’t have surprised the concertgoers when the show was delayed 90 minutes. By the time Axl and company lumbered onstage to actually play music, the fans were drunk and quite upset.
So they threw bottles at his fucking head. Axl, you should never piss of the Irish.
In keeping with Axl’s overwhelming legacy, the band quit and left for the night, leaving tens of thousands of fans screaming for blood. And I hope they get some. I just can’t stand Axl’s bullshit anymore. I cannot listen to GNR anymore without thinking about how much Axl destroyed something so special, and how he continues to destroy it.
I must admit that I know almost nothing about the Juggalo fesitval or the weird inhabitants of that world. According to The Rec Show’s resident Insane Clown Posse fanatic Eric, this is a place where rap, industrial music, and lots of drugs melt into a giant mess.
The Tila Tequila fiasco mentioned by Eric a day ago only showed the Juggalo festival from the stage, but it looked pretty crazy. But Tom Green took his website cameras into the field to get a closer look at the drug-laced filth.
My favorite part is that one skinny kid who is obviously fucked out of his mind while talking into Green’s microphone. He looked like he was seeing through time while imagining unicorns shitting Leprechauns. His parents should be very, very worried.
Meanwhile, it’s cool to see Green out there still repeating the same ridiculous shit over and over again. He has a particular brand of weirdness that you just don’t see every day.
The Riverport Ampitheater in St. Louis is a decent place to see a concert if you can stand the weather: it’s constantly drenched in a heavy blanket of humidity when there isn’t a torrential downpour five minutes before the concert starts.
I have a friend on the wait staff at Riverport. They have the terrifying job of navigating the crowds to deliver drinks during the shows, when people are (a) drunk, (b) loud, and (c) rowdy. As you can probably imagine, trying to work for tips in a situation like that is almost impossible. I mean, rich celebrities sometimes fail to tip in five star restaurants; try getting a dollar out of some drunken, sweaty douchebag in cut-off jean shorts and flip flops. GOOD LUCK!
Despite the conditions my buddy endures, I’m glad he’s there because I get some celebrity gossip from time to time. Here are some nuggets he recently shared with me: (more…)
I’ve ranted before about Whitney Houston’s unacceptable destruction of her wondrous voice. But this is just tragic.
Over the weekend Whitney “performed” in Brisbane, Australia. From all reports, Whitney only managed to cough out a few hits before surrendering the microphone to almost anyone capable of carrying a tune. This is not, of course, what her fans are paying $100 a ticket to see. They are also not paying to see a woman hack and wheeze her way through three songs while sipping on water, but that’s what those poor Australians got last weekend.
Whitney gasped her way through her greatest song, “I Will Always Love You,” pausing for several minutes while she sipped on a glass of water. Refreshed, Whitney attempted to hit the high notes of the finale, only to sound like a homeless whore getting throat-fucked by Marlon Wayans. She laughed about her miscue, probably because she didn’t pay half of a year’s salary to be there.
What Whitney has done to her incredible voice is simply unacceptable. Even less acceptable is the idea that she should tour the world and collect money for vocal performances that would embarass Britney Spears. Whitney seriously needs to go home, apply Vicks Vaporub, drink plenty of water, and do some yoga. Most of all, she needs to stop acting like her foolish life choices have not destroyed one of the greatest human gifts seen in over one hundred years.
Crack is whack, yo. Watch the video for confirmation:
This past Friday night, Canadian metal band Anvil made a stop in St. Louis. They played in front of a fairly large crowd at one of St. Louis’s top concert venues, The Pageant. The crowd was full of metal-heads of all ages and while it was obvious that most of the fans there had never heard of Anvil before the documentary “Anvil! The Story of Anvil”, they were loud and into every note the band ripped out.
