King Zergxes requires only that you kneel.

So there I was
grunting on the toilet, and a week later I find out Robert Pollard had sneaked a microphone into my bathroom, recorded me, and released an album called "Dude on the Toilet." Damn.

wtf dude makes 5 albums at the same time lol.

I play their music.

Hagar VH was a good idea on paper. Hagar was a badass in Montrose, but somehow it didn't carry over to VH. IMO Eddie and Alex getting sober probably killed any chance for Hagar VH to be as cool as DLR VH.

Loverboy LIVE in 1982 - The Kid Is Hot Tonight

Loverboy
was the shit. Billy Squier was alright, but Loverboy took corporate cock-rock to the next level.

It is quite catchy, and quite disdainful of death. I love this stuff. Dying for a lost cause, and a STUPID cause, is the best way to die. I love hopeless and misguided causes. Nazism is at the top of my list.

Keep yourself clean, Pablo?

"A Pair of Brown Eyes" is pretty grim too. Love the combo of death and depression and alcoholism in that song. Three of my favorite things.

Happy fatalistic Nazis!
Auf, auf zum Kampf, zum Kampf!
Zum Kampf sind wir geboren!
Auf, auf zum Kampf, zum Kampf,
zum Kampf furs Vaterland.
|: Dem Adolf Hitler haben wir's geschworen,
Dem Adolf Hitler reichen wir die Hand. :|
2. Es steht ein Mann, ein Mann,
so fest wie eine Eiche!
Er hat gewi, gewi,
schon manchen Sturm…

Are you having fun listening to the music?
Mmmm?

First burritos,
Then fartgas.

This movie rules.

That's the Thin White Duchess
No question about it.

The Shaggs
Hardly anybody saw their shows. They played a handful of gigs at the local rec center in New Hampshire for a small group of bored kids. I'm sure nobody there appreciated what they were witnessing. I'd love to have documented some Shaggs gigs circa 1968. I'd have film and live recordings. Those would…

This is an anti-tribute.
The motherfucking Devil worships Dio. Dio sits at the right hand of Satan as I write this. Dio commands a real tribute that entails a real career risk. Mellow acoustic bullshit won't cut it.

Yous two. Jees.

I thought of that myself. It does smell like a faux argument between faux personalities. Regardless, Joan is one helluva broad.

You two squabblin like a coupla broads. Joan is more man than the both of yous.