What could possibly brighten the lives of dimwits more than this? Oh, right, a tongue up Kim Kardashian's ass. Or a chance to hear Kanye, "The greatest rock artist on the planet." Or both.
But really, for people over 60, KIMYE is second choice to BRIBRU, the combo of the two most overrated pieces of shit in the rock world.
PS, let's get this out of the way: Brian Bloody Wilson didn't write "Barbara Ann." A New Yorker did. Not a fucking "Beach Boy" that Dutch douchebag latent homos admire.
The other song the great Broooose sang with the great Brian?
"Surfin' USA" was written by Chuck Berry and STOLEN by The Beach Boys. Yeah, they were ahead of their time in the Hans Demented world of "steal the music and claim Freedom of Speech." Only in court, Chuck Berry kicked ass. Brian couldn't go hide in Croatia and call himself Zinfart. Or go hide in the UK and call himself Seniormole and cluck about "kerfuffles" that "ruin the fun."
The hype machine has been in overdrive on Brian Bloody Wilson, because a) he's such an overripe vegetable he might simply start to rot, and b) Capitol would love to re-re-re-re-re-issue everything the sound-alike band of orange-skinned assholes ever did, and c) there's some bullshit movie re-writing history and pretending Wilson is a genius. Which he is not. Putting electronic noises on "Good Vibrations" does not a genius make.
What the fuck is the picture supposed to show us? It looks like two janitors visiting an Alzheimer's patient. Who is in the back,there? "Blondie" Chaplin? Yeah, he's Chaplinesque...better SILENT. He's not a Blondie, by the way. And nobody would recognize him if he wasn't identified by a caption.
Springsteen seems to be heading for Caitlyn Jenner's plastic surgeon. A little waxy, are you, Mr. Broooose? Love the dye job on the mop-top.
"Bruce joined Brian Wilson on stage for surprise performances..." Look, any time Brian Wilson makes it to the stage that's a surprise performance. That he doesn't "perform" in his pants is another surprise. That Springsteen had the ego to figure he could top a half-dead Beach Boy is no surprise, especially in Nooooo Jerksey, where this guy could replace Chris Krispy Kreme as the next Governor.
IF I'M BEING HONEST, Wilson is responsible for one decent but not spectacular ballad ("In My Room") and a bunch of very dispensible beach songs (like "Help Me Rhonda") that were just warm, orange versions of the frozen apple stuff The Four Seasons were doing on the opposite coast ("Ronnie," "Let's Hang On," "Rag Doll" etc. etc.) Not to mention the sound-alike coffee tunes oozing out of The Supremes and the Four Tops. Anyone saying The Four Tops were the American Beatles? No? Then shut the fuck up with the lie that The Beach Boys or The Four Seasons were. They were not.
Oh, and Little Steven is one double-ugly cretin in his doo rag, one of the most dubious over-achievers of them all. Swapping spit with Brooooose doesn't make him entertaining or a star (to anyone who has a brain). I know, he isn't even in the photo, but see how annoyed this has gotten me? I've mentioned Little Steven for no reason at all, which would almost suggest that this entry is a tad out of control.
But it isn't. Those two are douchebags, and you might as well worship Bon Jovi and Lou Christie.
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