There isn't enough time or space to tell you how much I love the Replacements. So I'll try to just keep it short... youth, lots of real cheap beer, midwesterners, crazy talent and rock roll. The Replacements were the best American rock n roll band that ever happened during my life time.
And then they started sucking really hard. And they broke up. Sort of like that relationship you had with that crazy alcoholic girlfriend in '88. It was red hot. Then you realized she is nuts and there is no fucking way this can last. And it hurts, sucks, makes you cry. In the meantime, Pearl Jam has taken over the airwaves.
Rough stuff, brother.
GrandpaBoy album Dead Man Shake is Paul Westerberg's brief, lone contribution to musical greatness since the demise of the Mats. Its horribly cheap sounding. He plays drums and he's really bad. And yet the lp is filled with so many great songs. He just peels off the hooks. The lyrics are barbed and the notes very, very bluesy. Even a Jimmy Reed cover.
Do yourself a favor and get a hold of this. It will make you love music, remember when you lived and died for musical heroes and you weighed 20 pounds less. And that crazy hot girl that could never have lasted.
And didn't.
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Oh and hats off to Egypt. Somewhere Osama is sitting in a cave and realizing this is the worst possible thing that has ever happened to al-Queda.
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