Well, hoi

It's been awhile. A whole summer and half a Fall in fact, but it's felt like a full sweaty tumble down some stairs if you ask me (and get my clever joke)

[sipping my wine. "Conundrum", 2004. No, really. It's a nice white that starts sweet like a Riesling but finishes with a black TV static-ey fuzz to the taste buds. It's label talks about how it's a conundrum to figure out because it's flavor/taste can kinda go with anything. Oh wait, I forgot to mention I'm in my comfy purple Lazyboy with my iPod playing Romantic Addagios II as I blog using my company-issued PC laptop, which I found on the shelf (the addagios) at All Media Guide before I left there for my current job.

This blogging is the most time i have spent in this chair since I moved in mid summer. Since I started the new job. Befoe the dark times... before the Empire.

I'd love to go on and on about how I have been more stressed and tweaked in the past 3 months than I ever have with a job, ever. But I can ironically get the immensity of it across by saying that it's so true that you can ask anyone who knows me, even those who haven't seen me at all. Because everyone has noticed that Dave the "Hemingway of email" up and essentially digitally disappeared since mid June. Retina's everywhere have been rejoicing in re-moistured glory for almost 4 months now. My job at this startup has delivered on every web article's promise of how stressed and crazy a startup is. And more. When Pointdexter the red haired nerd in thick glasses from Revenge of the Nerds got high for the first time at the Tri Lamb/Omego Mu party, he asked aloud of the nerdgirl trying to get in his pants "No, really... would you rather live in the ascendency of a civilization or it's decline?" Nerdgirl blew off the question with her reply: "Pointdexter...do you wanna f*ck, OR NOT??". He nodded, she grabbed his crotch very aggressively and let out his weird Bill The Cat-esque "uwrACK!!" scream he does a few times in the movie, and the scene cut to some other impending nerd sex situations.

The point is, people... I think about that scene every day now.

I'm also going to see Don Rickles do standup this Friday and then Van Halen (Roth, Eddie, Al, and Wolfie) the next on Saturday. My life deserves such a weekend, and so does yours, you hockey puck.

Don is literally the last of the generation of Rat Packers, is still sharp, and when will I get a chance to see any legit comic of that era today? Much could be said similiarly of the Van Halen. But what do i know? For all you care, I could be sitting in Palm Springs in the sun, the chicken fat on the body, getting a nice burn, not botherin' anybody. And really, why should you care? Like you have something better to do than stay in Valencia all day and watch the oranges go bad? Nice way to support the family there, dummy.

Goshdamn it, I'm tired.

I had a good feeling about the new Wilco album from a recent Pitchfork interview with Tweedy. I hardly, if ever, visit or especially consult Pitchfork but something made me go there one day on a break from work stuff. I got a different vibe from Tweedy this time around for some reason. I've read interviews to help me find my way into "getting" Wilco, and they hadn't helped yet. Something still can't push me over the cliff totally, I don't know why. It's like Italian foods I guess - technically you like all the fundamentals like the sauce, pasta and cheese. But some combos of those don't grab ya the way others do. Took me forever to finally love Lasagna, so maybe Wilco will be my new lasagna?

Tonight I think I figured out part of it, pro and con-- I wish he'd enunciate better. I can never tell what he's saying much of the time. And with the verse phrasings so spread out, it's hard to string together the full stanza's by deduction. The ratio of instrumental melody/phrases to actual vocal phrasings over the measures is pretty polar to my ears. I get impatient waiting for the next lyric to come and join the last one. I get a little bored waiting for Tweedy to muster the effort and air (per his delivery) to get out whatever next sentence he has which is supposed to blow my mind, because, well, he's Tweedy, right? He usually sounds really tired to me. But to quote Fripp (as usual): "What we hear is the way we hear." I just have to get used to Tweedy's ebb and flow which I do like a lot of the time. But the music sure is perdy. And damn if this album doesn't just feel niiiiice.

On dark back-country farm Michigan roads at 1am with no one around for miles, the only connecting thread is a charcoal gray plane (headlight'd black asphalt) and a glowing yellow median line. Murky silhouettes of giant ancient trees lining the road that appear like giant Rorschach blotches just slightly denser and darker against the black sky... a safe, lukewarm, post-game remnant beer buzz is my cozy, loose fitting flight suit -- and the new Wilco is wonderful. Like hearing a healthy campfire one lot over, the heat more heard than felt. I like that I can't tell what brand or model of instrument is being played by the band members. It's color, plucks, ticks, taks, and some booms. It could be '07, '47, '27. (Well, maybe a Martian '27.)

I can't fully express enough how much I am not an authority on Wilco... but I felt that that SBS is like their Beck's 'Sea Change'. It gave me the same feelings. Or a Harvest Moon for 2007.

There's gonna be lots of herbalizing to this one, just you watch.

Da' Jack Wabbit go from HERE...ta' DERE'.

It's been a long while, but man did I make up for it.
I can't introduce this with only one clever line, I need a few.

1. An SNL or MAD TV sketch triumphing public access can't and won't ever top actual Public Access.

2. Keep in mind this woman is talking to her mother this whole time, on air.

3. You thought Nicole's admissions to Tom in that Eyes Wide Shut bedroom pot smoking scene was an intense example of "what women really think"...

4. You can't get any more "Wait for it..." than these clips. Just when you think this woman has boldly covered it all and spoken her mind, she hasn't. She's got more to say, uh-huh. So wait for it if you knows what's good fo' ya's...

Vagina Power vs. Penis Power

Then watch Vagina Power: Halloween Show

It's public access, so it's safe. On headphones.

Workin' for The Blog

It must be tough to be a rock n roll Dad --

Imagine being the now middle-aged lead singer of Loverboy, trying to tackle a parenting issue with your wife involving your teenage daughter -- regarding dating and high school reputation/gossip stuff... yet knowing that your own daughter knows that you once wrote and sang these lyrics.

You're trying to keep her from dating some guy you can tell only wants in her pants and nothing more. Yet you essentially rooted for this same guy, via song, when you were in your 20s and 30s.

'HOT GIRLS IN LOVE'

She's so young at heart
She likes the pleasure of his company
She cuts the inside groove
With her silver spoon
She likes her tapes on 10
And it's the same as her anatomy
She's on a rainbow cruise
All the way to my room

She's turnin' on the heat
She's got the magic touch
She's turnin' on the heat
And it's a little too much
She's turnin' on the heat
And it's a hundred above, yeah
Hot girls in love
I'm in love

Too many men to please
She counts them all on her rosary
You know you might get burned
So be careful where you touch
She gets it when she can
Don't need no anniversary
And she deserves the best, yeah
A cut above the rest

She's turnin' on the heat
She's got the magic touch
She's turnin' on the heat
Ooooh, it's a little too much
She's turnin' on the heat
And it's a hundred above
Hot girls in love
And baby, I'm in love

Some say she do
Some say she don't
Some say she will (she will)
And some say she won't (she won't)
Some say she can't
Well, I know she can
I say I got to be
Her lovin' man, yea-ah

She's turnin' on the heat
She's got the magic touch
She's turnin' on the heat
Ooooh, and it's a little too much
She's turnin' on the heat
It's a hundred above
Hot girls in love
Hot girls in love
It's a hundred above
The hot girls in love, yeah
Be careful where you touch
'Cause it's a little too much
She's got everything she'll need, yeah
But she doesn't want me
She's turning on the heat
She's turning on the heat
She's got that look in her eye
I think I've got to know why
Oooooh, hot girls in love, in love
Aaaahhh
In love
In love

We Need A Plan...

I love being a guy. Because unlike women I believe, I can appreciate the utter brilliance and beauty of this whole vignette

I think it's a factor of boldness. The balls as an actor to not so much act, or emulate, or attempt to be funny, but to channel the absolute true nature of the male mind and reveal it to the world. Whether it's Evel strapping into the rocket cycle and saying "No really, I really can pull this off" and you can see in his eye that he believes (because in every man's mind, they thought "yeah, technically, it's possible. I'd give it a try to if I was him." --- or Carrey and Daniels unleashing their inner 9 year olds for Dumb and Dumber, it comes down to the power to be vulnerable. To reveal truth, to open up and show what we guys are capable of thinking, imagining, and planning. In the face of all reason.

Guys get Dumb and Dumber because we were once those guys. To see adult males nail that perfect blend of the sharpest emotional imagination coupled with a blunted inexperienced social awarness (i.e. 9 year old boys), is a work of art. We all KNEW we shouldn't be smuggling small explosives into the treefort to upgrade our army guy wars, but c'mon. Somewhere deep down we knew we had "being kids" in our head as a legit excuse if sh*t went down. Or up (in flames) I should say. That diplomatic accord between ignorance and can-do imagination is what fuels the genius adults who find a way to keep riding that mindspace as they "mature"; "How can I push the envelope of making something as cool as possible without letting social practicality persaude me to cool my ideas?"

Well, I'm tangenting again. Point is, in times of drama, when no one's watching, we'll likely revert to the light, flexible, mobile, imaginative mind of our former 10 year old self.

Ladies, remember this when you're sons get to 8-10.

VH. What else?

It's been awhile. And Rolling Stone provided us a shot of the Van Halen 2007 lineup. I wrote this to a friend regarding the pic and how Wolfgang Van Halen looks older than we imagined he might. And of course, my thoughts on all the debate about Wolfie being the bass player, when it should be original bassist Michael Anhtony, who's been in the band all along, and now out because of bullshit with Eddie and Al. Whatever it is.



I'm thinking that Wolfie being 15 and the son of a rock star in 2007, he more than anyone is handy with a computer and internet, he grew up with one. He likely knows more than anyone how much hatred is probably being aimed his way. Rich rock star kid or not, if you were 15 and knew 30 years worth of diehard fans (who he grew up seeing hate Sammy and expecially Gary), and now HE's the orange among the apples? He spent his dinner table conversations growing up listening to Mom and Eddie deal with all that new singer backlash.

Then again, to play Devil's Advocate, how mad would we be if it wasn't Wolfie? If it's not going to be MA for whatever reasons, think about how pissed we'd be if it was someone like GnR's bassist, one of the Velvet Revolver pukes, or some L. A. session f*ck? Track record or not, in my opinion, if it's gonna be someone not MA, Wolfie is the next best potential candidate from a "keeping it in the family" perspective. (I know, I know... the pun, har har.)

I don't get a sense that Eddie and Al would strategically use him like this just for that PR reason. God damn'em if they are, just to keep the upper hand from a PR spin standpoint.

Then again - many of my friends and I have been in bands and understand that bands and rock and roll are petty activities at best - it's just a rock band. And if Wolfie can play bass and is a prodigy as much as Eddie proclaims, it totally makes sense. How much crap have we musicians dealt with in finding replacement players? Wolfie has no baggage, what 15 year old doesn't want to go on tour and rock out?, there's no worries on whether he'll make it to practice or not, no wife and family to deal with... the real world stuff that can get in the way of a band's progress.

For all the ridiculousness the VH family has brought to us VH fans, my spidey-sense tingles that Wolfie is going to impress us, whether we want to be or not. There's something in Eddie's voice, the words he chooses (and can't choose) when he talks about it. I've been listening to Eddie talk for years, I've heard him make banter, I've heard him make excuses out of nervousness, I've heard him cut right to it. And whether stupid reasonings or not, later on when everything shook out, in hindsight his comments were consistent with what went down. I think he's a an emotional savant, like the Trey Anastasio's of the world. 110% in touch with their emotions which comes thru in the awesome music, maybe not the best critical thinkers (and that emotionalism gets them into trouble to keep that circuit hot. Usually it's drugs.)

Anyway, point is - I believe Eddie when he talks about how good Wolfie is. Not because I want to believe it, or because he should because he's his Dad, but because Eddie talks about it in this way where he's still kinda weirded out about it. I've heard Eddie talk of other players, the way he grants compliments or praises their styles and chops. Gushing Dad's aren't at a loss for words, it just pours out from my experience. They might stammer because they don't want to seem gushing. When Eddie talks about Wolfie, it's like he's still getting his head around it. That he actually has a son, and his son can actually play.

It should be MA on the tour. Period.
It's gonna be Wolfie.
Might as well get used to it.

And who knows - it might be Wolfie who acts as the innocent bridge who brokers a peace between his Dad/Uncle and MA. Maybe Wolfie won't handle the tour rigors or freaks out. Maybe it's him saying "Dad I can't handle the backlash, I'm just a f*cking kid. Get over your sh*t and get Uncle Mike out here. For me."

"After School Special"-ish I know... but Roth and Sammy toured together. We've seen weirder. At the end of the day, Wolfie is the last final straw in Eddie and Al's life. It ain't Valerie anymore, or one of Al's ex-wives. Wolfie is the barometer. And if he bails, Eddie's emotionalism won't handle it, they'll either get MA or call it off. If they didn't they'd be absolute bastards.

I'm going to give Wolfie a chance. He's the only person I would if it ain't going to be Michael Anthony.

Ah, Van Halen.
Oy f*cking vei... again.

I think the best part is that I think Wolfie and Roth will bond like nobody will believe. Remember how much you and Dave bonded when YOU were 15?
;)

Friends, Romans, Countrymen...

The Van Halen Memorial Day '84 radio special --

The peak and best of times for VH, a sweet 4 hours of full VH tunes spliced with them partying in the radio studio, cracking each other up, wasted, and Roth being Roth telling great stories to sequeway the songs. The Top of the World period for them. And you can hear it.

It just got posted at the Van Halen News Desk and talk about a time capsule. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing.

My best pal in high school Dan taped this off the air and we'd pound beers in the summer and replay this out the car speakers at the drinking spots. This special covers everything we all loved about the VH. I've looked for this for years online. This recording should go in the R&R Hall of Fame archives.

If you don't have the time to hear thru all the songs, you can move slider to end of songs and hear Roth doing his jive. I just got full body goose bumps re-hearing (for first time in over 20 years) the one Roth quote my buddy and I used to drunkenly recant all the time:

At 19:18 in:
"...we're havin' the biiiig first weekend of the summer celebration babies, we're talkin' Mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-...Memorial Day! So remem-ber-er-er-er-er...stick with me, cuz I'm with Michael, Alex, Ed's gonna be joinin' me in a minute...Flame On!
[announcer]: Our party with Van Halen is just getting started, so don't go away."

I haven't hit a Memorial Day since and not said that to myself. Every year.

Don't put this in your notes, put it in your life.

HD will win out over Blu-Ray. Period. I call it now. I have been wondering for awhile how HD and Blu-Ray would fare, but this cinched it.

Adult film industry embracing HD DVD

Has anyone ever read any history, ever?? Any tech format that went with porn, they won. Always and forever. Market share, changing tech parameters, improved laser bit read rations per sq. inch of media, blah blah blah...the common denominator is if this guy can see Ginger Lynn play hide the salami's.



From:
"Sony suffered by their reluctance to sign licensing agreements with studios to have films made available in Betamax. Sony also refused to allow pornographic material to be released for their system. Betamax's combination of lower market share and a lack of software both strengthened VHS's hand, and gradually the public turned away from Beta. In 1983 the top selling video recorder in the UK was the Sanyo Beta VTC5000. 1984 was Beta's best year with a 25% market share, but by 1986 it was down to 7.5% and continued to decline further."

Go here for good stuff:

Pitchfork Wine

Absolute genius. Wait for it. Holiday tune awaiting you. Merry Christmas.

Nothing ever changes unless there's some pain.
-Roland Orzabal

Well, it sucks anyway, regardless.

Hi there,
It's been awhile. I went to London to see some bands I always loved from my teens Level 42 and Go West, got backstage each night and met them all. Walked around London much of the time, rode trains around the UK and London, met cool people, saw cool stuff. Saw the comedy show Little Britain live on stage which was hilarious.

Now it's Thanksgiving already.

By the way last post was about how pissed I was at people being on a bandwagon of dissing the new Killers album for ripping off Bruce Springsteen. IMO it doesn't. It doesn't sound like Bruce Springsteen except for one homage-esque chord progression. And the Killers actually said they were in a Springsteen phase the past few years and let it filter thru them because they loved it so much. Kind of like, oh, um, every musican who ever listened to music that they liked which then inspired them? So, so what?

Anyway, that's that.

By the way, in case you didn't know it, your life is not yours. And it kinda sucks. But maybe not.
Why?
Because you ripped off Bruce Springsteen. Blatantly.

Explanation forthcoming....


[But just so you know, I'm not saying I think it's bad, or even that I think it sucks. I just need you to know. Because I heard someone else say so too. Heck I like you. And Bruce. I don't see or hear the ripoff, but since so many other people say so, it must be true. Plus it's way easier for me to just say it instead of making sure myself. Kinda like the way people get mad when the GOP gets all their crew(s) using the same buzzwords to corral a story or frame a perspective.]

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Part II:

Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality which represent his fundamental view of man's nature. -- Ayn Rand

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Part III:
Oh, but it's okay if The Hold Steady likes him.

"We've been on the phone only a few minutes, and my bi-coastal blunder has already confirmed my guess. "Laid back" is the phrase of the hour for The Hold Steady, the band that will toss you a beer and remind you how to kick back. There's a musical void long left vacant by the likes of Bruce Springsteen and Led Zeppelin, who exist only in the occasional Top 40 rundown. Kids, the time has come to touch that dial. The Hold Steady will take over from here and remind us just why that kind of music feels so good, sans a speck of irony."

" it ain't no rocket science to decipher that these dudes harbor some big love for everything from the Boss to Jim Carroll to The Replacements. Please recognize, the mere existence of a band naming Bruce Springsteen as a major influence sets 'em apart from The Arcade Fires and Belle & Sebastians who held their headline spot in the past."

It's been awhile.
Check this out, and I hope it makes up for it.

1500 videos

From a response of mine to a drinking buddy who commented he doesn't think he'll be able to party at all in 20 years:

Dude, It will be like our Dads did - sipping on a fav drink at functions and not getting too wild.

That's when our kids start to learn from observation "what Dad's drink is". Which they'll think has always been our drink (because we don't tell them how much we actually got shitfaced back in our day). Then when oure kids get older, start cutting back, and settling on that one thing they know they like and doesn't tear them up, then they realize the generational chain of it all.

Circle of life.

I'm proud of that one.

August Nights

I was on phone with friend last night, in my easy chair, windows open, dusk time on a summer August Sunday night. I flipped over and saw the last minutes of your Amereca's Funniest Videos. That finishes and they cut to the outdoor shot of the host, with a location audience in the main street of Disneyland behind him, the Disney Castle in the distance behind him. (The Mouse/Disney/Buena Vista owning everything in the world, they film so many one-off clip shows, game show moments shows at Disneyland)

I had this sensory, full body flush of memory that was really cool and overwhelming:

Growing up, young enough when you didn't go out at night (except to spend night at your friends), or be playing down the block after dinnertime on Sundays, the TV shows my family plopped and watched was usually whatever was on ABC Sunday nights, which was always some Disney special, or Disney sponsored movie. As the summer wound down, weekend trips or vacations were to a minimum, and part of the summer wind down experience (sliding into school year schedules) was watching TV regularly on Sunday nights again. Those cool August nights, that "back to school tomorrow" feeling.

That experience, that sensation rippled itself thru me instantly last night when my brain registered:
- Channel 7/ABC
- The light blue, lit-up Disney castle in background
- Family entertainment
- Cool, beautiful dusk August Sunday night
- me watching TV at that moment.

I was totally 6-7-8-9-10 again.I felt the summer winding down like I did when I was that age.

Probably moreso than I have since I was little because I packed in enough fun and adventures this summer (concerts, partying, mini-trips) that paralleled as many bike rides, dirtclod fights, family vacations, "kill the guy (with the ball)" ('smear the queer' as you may know it), Goonie and Stand By Me expeditions around your suburbs, 7-11 trips for baseball cards and candy, and touch football in the street.

When I was little, the last image I saw (and dreaded) was the end credit sequence that signed off that that night's show was brought to you by Disney, and they had this animation of the star arc'ing over the castle. That was the visual sign of "bedtime" for me.

I know Fast Food Nation can prove some evil inherit in that perfect kiddie branding/brainwashing, but a shooting star at night time arc'ing over a castle ain't so bad for a kid to associate with bedtime.

When i was young we had 2 Lhasa Apso dogs.
The male's name was Toshi.

My Mom chose it, though I don't know how or why. We had him I think before Star Wars and I didn't name him. In star Wars, Luke wanted to go to Toshi Station to pick up some power converters. It wast the local hangout for Tatooine young adults.

I had a dream last night and Toshi was in it;

I started running a footrace, like a 10k or something, in the countryside. among many people in the starting line Bo, Luke, and Daisy happened to running the race too. Eventually I was running alone, and got on a giant new skyway/beltway (like how a highway runs around/thru a city but up way high, like Baltimore, Philly, Toronto.) I'm alone running uphill on this perfect, new black asphalt lane that felt like a running track. It's night time. Muggy, super quiet, and humid. High up. Moisture in the air like last night was, every surface like it's sweating. A giant Sears Tower to the left, the only structure in and against the dark grey foggy giant sky that surrounds the skyway lanes. Colors lIke I'm on Kamino, the cloners rain planet from Attack of the Clones, but it's not raining. I'm thinking "I guess that's Toronto's Sears Tower. Hmm!.

I start getting up to the highest part of this beltway where it levels off and there's this lone box, like a shed in the middle of the road lane. I get to it and Glenn Close is stooped against it, like she was in the race too, catching her breath. I stop to chat with her and we both start looking back down the beltway and deducing we must have missed a turn in the race route because no one is coming up the beltway. Or did we? But at her feet, milling around like normal milling, is my old dog Toshi. LIke he was her dog and was jogging the race with her.

I'm in that deep REM sleep of a dream where it's so vivid and real to the senses that I start realizing I'm in a dream and begin thinking about what the dream means from within the dream. I begin piecing the elements together, separating the suboncious message meanings from the easier things that are just recent dashes of normal life into the dream sauce -- muggy and foggy (the drive home last night from band practice), lone uphill new asphalt beltway, up at top, Glenn close and I made a wrong turn maybe?, Toshi my old dog is there (thinking about Toshi station from watching Star Wars/your website)

Then the giant outtro chorus of Mellencamp's "Pink Houses" yanks me from the dream into my bedroom as my alarm clock goes off with 107.1's morning playlist. I lay there mad about this. I finally get up for work and have the thought in me that Lawrence Kasdan needs to trick all the actors of the Big Chill into a secret conf call. So he can get Glenn, Kline, Goldblum, JoBeth, Hurt, Berenger, and the others on the line to get honest feedback on his serious idea of a Big Chill 2, but the same characters at the age they'd be now in 2006. Because if he sent message to all of them (via their pubicist's) saying "I'd like us all on a call to discuss a Big Chill 2", some of them would vote their opinion by blowing it off.

That was my Thursday morning. How was yours?

Liz

Good. Good for her.


I bet Paris Hilton is happy Liz won't be slimming down to compete with her. Glad Liz feels that she could be a threat if she felt like it.

Elsewhere in entertainment, a young inner city child, born of criminal, drug addicted parents was given a chance to express herself via a small play put on in her class. This moment of expression and release instilled in her a sense of achievement and boosted her self-esteem enough to see, for the first time, a way out of the sad and depressing life she foresaw for herself every time she cried herself asleep... asleep to the screams, angry noise, and despair coming from her parents bedroom.

After this moment, the knowing teacher saw for the first time a sense of strength in the young girl. An instance of clarity for both of them, that she would be allright.

But goddamn't, we don't have time for such drivel.
THE WORLD MUST KNOW LIZ WILL WILL EAT WHENEVER SHE WANTS.

Look here's the bullshit man, right here:

True friends understand you're human.


Blah blah fuckin blah, all the way to the gourd of omnipotent disclaimers that validate and correctly temper the legitimacy of subtle dishes which poke and jab at political correctness in self-expression....


but fuck all ya'all... (in a good way)


Try to lay down some heavy concientious high maintenance diatribe b.s. while REO Speedwagon's 'Roll With The The Changes' is blaring thru your headphones while typing.
The simplicity of Life and the neeedlessness of b.s will greet you much faster than it took me to write this sentence.

5 beautiful pitchers with treasured friends hours earlier doesn't make it easy [to type]. But it makes the Valhalla ending [of the REO tune] really effing awesome.

Get over yourself. Live a little.
The humidity hasn't been that bad yet,


JAM!!!!!!

To quote Porchsleeper...

Vince Neil - Drunk Again

Read about it here, from melodicrock.com:

"CORABI TO THE RESCUE:
Press Release / June 30 in Tampa, Florida Vince Neil headlined a show at the St. Pete Times Forum, with special guests Ratt. John Corabi, one time singer for Motley Crue has worked with Ratt for several years now, and he and Vince have had a very amicable working relationship, having shared several bills over the years, and working with many of the same musicians at one time or another.

It is no secret that Vince Neil has had some issues with alcohol over the years, and unfortunately those issues reared their ugly head in Tampa. According to eye witness reports, Vince took the stage already inebriated. He began his performance singing off key, mumbling, and staggering around the stage. At the twenty-three minute mark, Vince wandered off to the side of the stage, where some reports have him collapsing on stage. His band, which featured Jeff Blando (guitar) and Dana Strum (bass) carried on without him, performing three Led Zeppelin songs with Jeff handling vocals. The band carried on in the utmost professional manner. They deserve all the respect in the world for this as musicians and performers.

Meanwhile backstage, management approached John Corabi to head out on stage to help them out of this already ridiculous situation. John accepted and took to the stage to pick up the set with Live Wire. John performed about half of the song while holding up a shaky Neil. Who at one point in the song grabbed the mic and announced "I love this mother-fucker" referring to John. Corabi got a good laugh out of this and seeing that Vince was determined to carry on, finished the song and took a bow, and left the stage. The show ended shortly after with Vince not being able to carry on.
Considering Corabi's past experiences with Motley management, his taking the stage for any amount of time was not something that he had to do. His actions speak volumes as to the kind of person that he is, and that he is truly a professional! Not to mention that he sounded incredible, there is video of some of the incident on the web.

I have to say that I have all the respect in the world for Vince's band, and John Corabi, and feel that their professionalism should be emulated throughout the music business. With a huge tour with Aerosmith looming this fall, Motley may need to think about having Corabi open the shows as an insurance policy, so should Aerosmith! The fans are speaking out on message boards all over the web, and www.john-corabi.net would love to hear from you at info@john-corabi.net."


See some of it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnlzu-KHtbc

Horribly hilarious. The few times he manages to get his drunken howling out of his mouth (to attempt the English language) is worth waiting for as he meanders around the stage.