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.
Minor League baseball is great. The guys play of the love of the game and the dream of one day making it big. The ticket prices are cheap, the concessions are reasonable and the home team usual has plenty of family activities going on throughout the game.
Another thing great about the minor leagues are the manager ejections. There have been some great manager and umpire disputes in the minor leagues over the years that have led to the managers being ejected. Some managers go back to the clubhouse quietly, some don’t. That’s when things get real entertaining.
The latest minor league manager to lose his cool after being ejected is Gary Robinson. Robinson is the manager of the of Pittsburgh Pirates Class A affiliate, State College (PA) Spikes. Robinson disputed the home plate umpires umpire on a call involving a hit batter, then left the field. He didn’t go quietly though, he continued yelling at the umpire from the dugout and was quickly ejected. This brought Robinson back out onto the field for what is one of the most unusual manager tantrums in recent time.
What’s the only thing worse than an actor with musical aspirations? A pretentious arty-farty actor with musical aspirations.
Ryan Gosling, one of the better young actors of his generation, likes to also occasionally play music. So he has this band on the side called Dead Man’s Bones. The band has approximately 257 members. They like to dress up in “meaningful” costumes and pose deliberately in order to make statements. Here is a group photo:
Dead Man's Bones ... now with 10% more ART!
You can just see these guys living in a loft somewhere, their hemp backpacks slung over their shoulders, sipping herbal green tea while they shuffle around in their Birkenstocks, can’t you? So artsy!
When not posing and/or discussing the meaning of their art, they go out and actually perform live. As you might imagine, it’s a “creative” affair, filled with pointless dance moves and lots of cheap junk positioned as art. You keep waiting for a Beat poet to show up and recite something. Here’s a video of a recent performance of their song Pa Pa Power (horrible title, by the way, but so meaningful!):
How many times do you think I could get caught with illegal drugs before my broke ass would end up in jail? Answer: ONCE. How many times can that same scenario happen to Paris Hilton? Answer: As many times as she fucking wants.
How many more times must the poor 99% of the American population see the rich 1% get away with whatever they want before finally ending it? I mean, O.J. virtually cut the heads off of two people and dripped the blood all the way into his own bedroom and got away with it! He was found innocent, and all we were missing as far as evidence was a videotape of O.J. singing “I Got You Babe” using Nicole’s head as a puppet! Because O.J. was rich and famous, he could basically do just about whatever he wanted … well, until he got really dumb about it, of course. Paris is essentially the same.
Paris has been busted three fucking timesfor drugs. She’s a spoiled, doped-up brat who has skirted the law repeatedly because she’s supposedly cute (barf) and she lives a lavish lifestyle that many people crave. She could be sucking five pounds of cocaine off of nude male models in the middle of Wilshire Boulevard and she’d prance out of jail with the same stupid smirk that she shows in her latest mugshot:
Hey Paris, this isn’t a photo shoot! It means you’re a criminal!
How would you like to be her parents? They built their name on the Hilton hotel franchise, made untold millions of dollars, and then their daughter shits all over it with her selfish, unlawful, and pathetic lifestyle. It’s unfortunate that Paris has wormed her way into a self-sustaining ”career” of her own, because I would have cut her off from my fortune had I been her father. I probably would’ve been done with her after watching her swallow a nine inch cock on camera for the whole wide world to see; I certainly wouldn’t put up with this bullshit.
I just cannot wrap my mind around the idea that Paris Hilton probably went clubbing right after getting caught with COCAINE while DRIVING. She doesn’t understand consequences, nor does she understand that consequences apply to all people, regardless of their social and economic status.
Guess what? It’s time the bitch learned some consequences. Throw her ass in jail and keep her there.
Stone Temple Pilots are back out on tour and Scott Weiland is supposed to be clean. I say supposed, because I don’t think Scott Weiland has been clean for years. In fact, if I was playing in a death pool, he’d be the one I would want.
The tour itself is expected to be successful. STP have a very dedicated fan base and they want to see the guys get their shit together and succeed. There are also the people who like the music, but are only going to see what sort of trainwreck it will be.
The people at the band Cincinnati show this week, got a glimpse of the train beginning to jump the tracks. As the band performed “Crackerman”, Weiland fell off the stage. He just walked right off the stage, like he didn’t know the edge was there. The interesting thing here is that he didn’t miss a beat vocally, despite the fact that he appeared to hit his face on something on the way down. That leads to the question, is Scott Weiland singing at all? Is he lip synching to a vocal track, because he’s to fucked up to sing and remember the words.
The band sounds great there and I hope they cash in on this tour, because Scott’s not going to be able to do many more.
