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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Time to straighten out my Longfellow

Back to school today! Time for mommy and daddy’s precious little shit stains to go and get themselves an ejumacation.




I like this day and I’ll tell you why. It’s the one day when you can look at a teenager and ascertain just who they think they are. Today is the day that they will dawn what they consider to be their best/image changing/life altering/new look/this is who I am now outfit.


It’s time for people to know I discovered the Grateful Dead this summer!

And I will ride by and laugh at them.

Now before you all go getting your  Fundies. in a bunch, let me tell you something. On my first day of grade 9, I wore a leather jacket, a skull and crossbones ear ring and a thin pair of baggy pants with cartoon pictures of Popeye all over them.



I can’t quite recall what I was trying to say about myself back then (I don’t think I even liked Popeye) but I do know what that says about me now. It says that I’ve paid my dues and I’ve won my fair share of awkward teen choice awards so I now reserve the right to be the one shaking my head and laughing.



I could go on and on about the things I’ve seen. The release of the Matrix back in 1999 produced an achingly embarrassing crop of Neo wannabes.



And just last year I witnessed so many girls in near identical outfits it was like watching Village of the Spray-Tanned Damned in Rolled Up Jean Shorts.


You WILL take us to Hollister.

But there are 2 things I see every year. The first is the handful of kids that have decided to go punk. This year’s punk protégé was sporting a blue Mohawk and a t-shirt with the symbol from the London Underground on it.



Fuck, it’s like he looked punker up in a dictionary. A word in your soon to be pierced ear little Lars, girls haven’t liked boys with funny coloured hair since Dookie came out and no one’s been shocked by a Mohawk since the mid 80s. (Apart from your grandmother and she thinks you should be wearing a shirt and tie to Red Lobster.) For more on what you as a teenage punk should be doing, see the late great Feargal Sharkey.



The second thing I see every year is a handful of kids discovering rock & roll. Despite what modern parents and Kideo say kids can’t rock and roll.


These guys are in no position to make any decisions regarding rock & roll and I don’t think they should be allowed around children.

But once they hit puberty they start to figure it out and many of them decide to express their newfound interest in the genre by donning a selection from what I like to call the rock & roll t-shirt hall of shame. I see one of these 5 t-shirts every year. And high school is just the beginning. Lovers of the rock & roll lifestyle will continue to phone in their rock & roll style with one of these babies right up through college and into adulthood. Here’s the first week of school set list:

Monday: The Jack Daniels shirt.



I like Jack Daniels but man do I hate this shirt. I’m assuming that when a rock & roll guy puts it on, he sees himself as a hard drinkin’ sonofabitch like Slash from GNFNR or Johnny Cash. He pictures himself alone in a dusty dive bar pounding shots with impunity or backstage after a gig hurling an empty bottle at a band mate or manger. (That just made me think of that episode of Growing Pains where Ben goes to see his idol, rock star Jonathan Keith and he turns out to be a huge dick.)


Bonus: That was Brad Pitt!
Double Bonus: What was with that bouncer dude’s face??!!

There was a guy in my Grade 9 metal shop class that used to where the Jack Daniels shirt. Someone asked him why he wore it and he said that he loved Jack Daniels and that he drank a mickey of it every morning before school. Everyone laughed and for the rest of the year everyone called him J. D. Cool. I still couldn’t tell you his real name. That about sums up that shirt.

Tuesday: The Johnny Cash Finger Shirt.



Speaking of the Man In Black, there’s this doozy. I mean yeah Johnny Cash was a great song writer and yeah here he is giving everyone the finger which tends to equal rock & roll too but I don’t know. Something tells me Johnny Cash hated this picture and something also tells me he’d hate the kind of people who wear it. Do you really think Johnny Cash high-fived anyone for doing a shot?


Bonus: Johnny Cash Jack Daniels t-shirt!

Wednesday: The CBGB’s shirt.



Yes! The shirt that screams I love Punk Rock! (Or Country Blue Grass & Blues depending on how you read it). I’m not sure where kids keep getting this shirt. CBGB closed about 4 years ago and last I heard it’s now a cheap women’s clothing store. I can’t quite figure out why someone would want to wear a shirt advertising a place they’d never been too that no longer exists. Although most rock & roll shirt guys’ CBGB knowledge seems to begin and end with the Ramones played there. Well the Ramones played the Horseshoe as well and guess what? It still exists.



Why not go down there and check out some local bands and pick up one of their t-shirts? At least it’s more rock & roll then going to Back Stage Pass in the mall.

Thursday: The Ramones shirt.



I like the Ramones too. I’m not a huge, huge fan but they were a good band. I’d even wear this shirt. If I didn’t see it on about 100 shitheads a day.



Good band, decent shirt but that about sums it up.

Friday: The Nirvana shirt.



Nirvana was a decent band and Kurt was a decent musician but does he really deserve this John Lennonesque rock & roll god status? For what? For saving another generation of mall rats from having to listen to more Warrant albums?



And at least John Lennon didn’t shoot himself. Maybe I’m being hard on Kurt but I can’t believe he left his daughter to be raised by that drug addicted mess of a wife.



And guess what? Now she’s a drug addict too. If you really want to pay tribute to the legacy that Kurt Cobain left why not pick up a pair of Kurt Cobain Converse with his diary written all over them. I’m sure he’d really appreciate that.


Well there you have it soft cocks. Your back to school shopping is complete. Maybe you should have saved that money for a pair of tube sox. Smell ya later.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Bieber (not Beaver) Feaver!

Have you guys seen this little creep?



He’s called Justin Bieber. Not Justin Beaver.


Here’s his video (if you can stomach it).



Ugh. That was like a nuclear bomb of uncomfort dipped in gay. It used to piss me off that channels like MTV and Much Music don’t even show videos anymore but now I’m inclined to double high five their heads of programming. Even with the nations’ collective music stations seeming to ban anything to do with music on their channels I’ve still seen this piece of shit twice and that’s more Baby, baby baby Ohhhs and tween bullshit then any man can handle, except maybe a pedophile.


(Fergie Oliver: At least I liked the ladies.)

So apparently Justin Bieber (not Beaver) is a pop super star and a teenage heartthrob. Heartthrob? Really? He’s like 10 fucking years old! Teenage girls should be getting paid to watch him, not the other way around.

(Ladies… I have, count em, (sticks out the fingers) two pubes!)

Then again I guess he’s no different then Munudo. They were a big hit with teenage girls in the 80s.


(If anyone wonders what turned Ricky Martin gay, it was those pants).

They even went as far as to kick out members out of the band when they either turned 16, grew facial hair or their voices broke. Probably the same rules that had to be followed at the Drummond household.



Mr. Drummond: You’re getting a little gangly and mannish there Willis. I think I’ll drop you off back in the ghetto on Monday.

Arnold: What you talking about?!
An even more successful and far creepier child band was the Mini Pops.



This was a bunch of little kids that covered pop hits and made videos dressed like the stars they covered. Here they are doing Video Killed the Radio Star. (Warning: do not watch while on drugs.)



Scary. Even scarier is the fact that the Mini Pops are still going. They’re not quite as creepy but they make up for it by being way more lame. They’re now called Mini Pops Kids and in recent years they’ve released 6 double disc CDs and a Christmas album under K-Tel. In the most recent volume they sing Poker Face and Hoedown Throwdown but my favorite is Volume 2 because the commercial has this amazing fat kid covering Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day.

No one’s going to send Kim Kardashian death threats for flirting with that kid anytime soon. And what’s she doing flirting with Justin Bieber (not Beaver) anyway? Isn’t she like 30 years old? She’s as bad as Mr. Drummond.



Justin Bieber (not Beaver) would be best to just stay away from both of them. What he should do is move in with George and Katherine Papadapalis. They always seemed like upstanding no-nonsense parental figures.


(Look at their faces. They say, This kid is ruining all our action but we’ve got to do the right thing.)

Better yet Justin Bieber (not Beaver) why don’t you use all your newly gained wealth to purchase a rocket and fire yourself into space? Then we can all get back to enjoying pop music that prevents the sexualization of children, not promotes it.