Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone! I'm in the midst of preparations for a puro Mexicano carne asada fiesta, arroz y frijoles y todo!! Unfortunately, I have Loud Pipes practice tonight, so I won't be guzzling tequila like I should be today, but oh well. I can give up one in place of the other, because the band is sounding alarmingly good with Dave on guitar. I listen to the practice recordings all the time and I'm digging it. Come out to the gig in a few weeks and hear it for yourself... plug plug. :-)
Did anybody see that Clash special that debuted this weekend on VH1 Classic called The Rise And Fall Of The Clash? Jeremy and I gave it a perusal last night after a good Felipito's grub, and the special itself is a very one sided, sensationalistic journalism type of piece, which is weird because Robin Banks' name is all over it, but there's lots of Interviews with every girl who ever fucked somebody in the band, friends of the band who pontificate a lot on what they thought the Clash were all about, and not a word from Paul or Topper about anything, except for archival footage of course, but nevertheless, here's what I got out of watching the entire thing: Bernie Rhodes is an asshole, Joe Strummer was a Saint, Mick Jones is a "Spliff Head", Paul Simonon was just Joe's lackey, and Topper Headon is the greatest Drummer that there ever was. Well, tell me something I don't know! LOL It's an interesting 2 hour watch, and if you can see it, I reccomend that you do. The focus on later day Clash version 2.0, the Vince, Pete and Nick years, is almost crucial watching material. Almost.
Everything's updated. Bob is here, so it must be time for practice. Gotta keep that ol' 138 Studios going, now don't we? hahaha And as for that other thing, that Local band getting "signed", well, I predicted that, didn't I? Oh yes I did. And the Farce continues. It's pathetic how you desperate guys out there buy into that bands bullshit, and how you all fall hook, line and sinker for a talentless whore and her band of hacks. Pathetic yet predictable. Phooey. Sometimes I'm ashamed to be a male.