--- Ok, next ten CD's.

--- Ok, next ten CD's.

21. Corey Stevens and Texas Flood, Blue Drops of Rain:
A SRV wannabe. I'm not sure, but I think he's the only guy out there
who is actually a Stevie Ray Vaughan impersonator---sort of like Elvis
wannabe's, but he's not stuck in the Fat Elvis stage and performs
wearing only that getup, playing only those songs. It's more like SRV was his idol and he was picking up where SRV left off.

That said, this disc sounds exactly like SRV, and after we'd finished grieving for the man, it was just a wee bit creepy.

22. Suicidal Tendencies, Lights...Camera...Revolution:
Needless to say, this was the husband's. I've heard of this band, but
I've never listened to them so I have no idea what they're about. I can
make a guess, though, that they probably play hard rock replete with a
lot of guitar solos and heavy drum riffs. Just call me Sherlock, my
dear Watson!
23. Van Halen, For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge: This is one of the Van Halen discs that are colloquially referred to as Van Hagar.
I'm no Van Halen fan, but the husband is: his sister bought him this
disc--- and it was a gift gone awry. He's a Van Halen fan mainly
because of David Lee Roth. He loves Diamond Dave. Just adores that
guy---and after listening to some of the older discs, Women and Children First and Fair Warning---I
can see where he's got a point about Sammy. But the husband will tell
you his main issue was not with Sammy, but with the Van Halen
brothers---Alex and Eddie, and Eddie's ex (or soon to be ex---who can
keep up with the divorces these days, eh?) wife, Valerie Bertinelli.
The husband is of the opinion that Eddie became a spineless wimp (read
pussy whipped) when he married Valerie and she gave him that godawful
synthesizer which was put to very prominent use on 1984. He
doesn't have as much of a beef with Alex because he's just following in
Eddie's footsteps---but he thinks Alex should step up for what matters.
The husband praised God when it was a announced that Eddie and Valerie
were splitting up: he thought that Eddie would once again realize he
had a pair---you know, provided Valerie gave them back to him in the
divorce settlement. I told him not to get his hopes up. I have no
opinion on the whole thing. I really don't. I have no stake in this
debate. The only thing I knew about Valerie Bertinelli was that she was
on One Day at a Time for years and that she was in direct competition with Rachel Ward (The Thorn Birds, Against All Odds-Rachel
Ward)for my brother David's potential adoration. I think its funny,
though. Eddie's a good guitar player, but hell...it's not like he
matters enough to me to get all worked up about it. It's interesting
only for its curiosity factor. And how it's polarized people. I refer
you to the movie Airheads
as Exhibit A. CHAZZ was Brendan Fraser ;MOORE was Harold Ramis;MILO was
Michael McKean; REX was Steve Buscemi; IAN was Joe Mantegna
CHAZZ (to Moore):
Let me ask you a question. Which side did you take in the big Van Halen
/ David Lee Roth split?
MOORE: Uh...what do you mean?
Chris Moore fidgets nervously.
MILO: What kind of question is that?
CHAZZ: Which way did you go, man? Roth or Halen?
MOORE: Van Halen?
IAN: He's a cop.
Chazz tosses Chris Moore's wallet to the ground.
CHAZZ: Later, bacon.
REX: Oink oink!
MOORE: Come on, come on! That's strictly a judgment call, those guys
sold a lot of records after Dave left the group. Give me another one.
They confer for a second.
CHAZZ: Okay, who'd win in a wrestling Match, Lemmy or God?
MOORE: Lemmy-No... God!
REX: Wrong, dick-head, it was a trick Question. Lemmy is God.
MOORE: Chazz, you got it all wrong...
CHAZZ:(loses his cool) Get the fuck out of here, cop!
My mother is now shaking her head, wondering what *that* was all about.
Just in case anyone was wondering, Lemmy, the husband informs me, is
the butt ugly lead guitarist for Motorhead. Pfft. Whatever.
24. The Wallflowers, Bringing Down the Horse: One good song. The rest was whiny self-absorbed crap. The apple hasn't fallen too far from the tree there, eh, kids?

25. Scorpions, The Best of Rockers and Ballads: WOOHOO! Ding dong the witch is dead, the wicked witch, the wi
witch is dead. Ding dong the wicked witch is dead... I. HATE. THIS. BAND.
But my hate is two-fold: they're one of those bands that I can not only
hate on principle, but because of their lack of quality. It's a win-win
situation for me. I'm told a lot of people really like The Scorpions. I
just can't see it. Am blind to the ways of this band and how anyone can
think that this is good music. So, musically speaking, they're not only
hacks, they're just bad.
When "Rock Me Like A Hurricane" was on regular rotation on MTV, I just
wanted to gag. It sounded out of tune. The lead singer sounds like he's
strangling a cat whenever he opens his mouth. How the record company
and myriad people around the world miss this whenever they're actually
on the radio, just speaks volumes about where society is heading. (Hello puppy---what's your name? Cerberus? Which of the three heads do I pet? Nice doggie!)
The Scorpions were the early-80's Britney Spears. But they're also
arrogant little jerks, too. Just by watching the videos you could tell
they thought they were the shit---and they weren't. They sucked. I am
thrilled that this disc has gone the way of the dodo. I can't stand
this band!
26. Jon Secada, Jon Secada: Ok, this was one of those college
purchases. I'll admit it: I was a slave to pop music in my youth. I
loved "Just Another Day." I thought it was really good, hence I bought
the disc. Well, the rest of the disc was a dissapointment, but hell---I
could listen to "Just Another Day," whenever I damn well wanted to.
Life was good. Then I got tired of it and moved on. Sayonara.
27. Duncan Sheik, Duncan Sheik: Don't quite know what I was
thinking here. I'm assuming I was blinded by yet another guy wielding
an acoustic guitar instead of a light saber. I'm a sucker for guys who
back haunting lyrics to an acoustic guitar. And Duncan, well...he was
pretty and he wrote one good song, Barely Breathing, which I
liked a lot and led me to purchase the disc. Not a good idea.
I remember watching the MTV Music News a little while after this disc
was released and watching Kurt Loder announce that Duncan had signed up
with a modeling agency "to bring music and fashion together." Kurt was
dryly amused by the fact he got to be the mouthpiece for this press
release. This event marks on the timeline exactly *when* I stopped
watching MTV.
28. Winger, Winger: Woohoo. Should I just join the Lollipop League instead of singing the song again? Ah, screw it...it feels good. Ding Dong, the witch is dead, the wicked witch, the witch is dead...
29. Peaceful Ocean Surf: Cheapo gave me a quarter for this disc. It's
45 minutes of nothing but surf sounds, and by that I don't mean Dick
Dale starts playing his guitar. I mean waves crashing, seagulls
squawking---you know, beach sounds. The hsuband's sister gave him this
one to help him calm down and get to sleep. Didn't work. 30.
Barenakedladies, Stunt: I've decided that while I like to
listen to this band and their songs on the radio, I just didn't need a
whole album of their cleverness. They're good fun, but I just didn't
listen to it. Someone, perhaps, will have some fun with them. 31.
Audioslave, Cochise: Not a bad disc on the whole. Really,
it's not. And to prove it I will qualify and say that the husband still
has a copy of it---and listens to it frequently. We're bad. I'd made a
copy of it for a friend a while back and it had turned out to be a
happy accident that I had done so: it meant that when the husband lost
his copy of the original (that's a story for another day!) it was saved
on Gandalf and I could fry another copy of it. The husband got the
original back, but still has the copy I made for him---hence he decided
we could sell the original. Which was a good thing, because we made
four bucks on it! And that's all she wrote, kids. Funny how thirty-one
discs=almost forty in my book, eh? Heheheheh. I really need to learn
how to count one of these days. I will be back either later today or
tomorrow with stories and pictures from the auto show. We attended with
Mr. H. last night and had a really good time sniffing the mingled
scents of leather and new car smell. MMMMMMMMM.