Creepy is the new cool

Tenacious D - The Metal

Ok ok ok I get it. Metal is never going to die. I’m not totally sold if that is a good thing for music overall or not however. I don’t really know anyone who listens to metal other than guys lost in their late twenties, homicidal trench coat sporting whiney high school kids and Justin B (mad love JB). It just always seemed so purposeless. Like I ‘get’ punk rock, all the aggression is about something. Metal just seemed to be about getting upset over being the ugly kid in school.

The ‘new school’ of metal seems so ridiculous. Everyone in masks, yelling about how crappy the world is, having four “percussionists” on stage at one time (SIGH). I understand you have to try to out-ridiculous the past kings of metal but at a certain point it just becomes a musical comic book version of a Rob Zombie movie.

That all being said "The D" still rule.

Frank Sinatra - South of the Border

Every boy in the world wants to be superman until he is 15 years old, then he becomes a man and wants to be Frank Sinatra. Mr. Sinatra is basically the epitome of everything smooth and set the precedent on cool. I read a bunch of articles on him when he passed away and there is this subtle heartbroken side of Frank that adds so much credibility to his music. He was sickly in love with Ava Gardner, who was a drunken floozy who did not feel the same and broke Frank over and over again. There is famous story about him ripping her picture into a million tiny pieces after an argument they had, Frank telling his Rat Pack that he was done with her and pouring himself a stiff drink. I think it was Dean Martin who found him later on that night crying and trying to put all the pieces of her picture back together.

That somehow makes him more of a man to me. Lonely Island - Natalie's Rap I used to love Natalie Portman before this came out. Now my feelings are in “Dateline” territory. Remember that dude who videotaped himself for months talking about Bjork and how he and her were meant to be together? He was super unstable and would randomly yell at the camera about how Bjork “didn’t understand their connection” and how she had betrayed him somehow. If I remember correctly he mailed a bomb to her and killed himself right after sending it. The fuzz found his body pretty quickly and saw the hours of demented video he had made, thus were able to stop the package. Well that dude, has NOTHING on me when it comes to my infatuation with Miss. Portman. It puts the lotion on its skin.