According to Classic Rock Magazine the worst bands of the nineties shakes out to look a little something like this:
1. Creed
2. Nickelback
3. Limp Bizkit
4. Hanson
5. Nirvana
6. Hootie and the Blowfish
7. Bush
8. Spin Doctors
9. Ace of Base
10. Dave Matthews Band
Only thing missing from the list is all the rap/hip hop crap and Beck. I can deal with Hanson. I can deal with Hootie. I can deal with Spin Doctors and Nirvana. Still and all, I’m thrilled to see my two least favorite bands at the top of the list. Makes a girl happy to know there are others with as much disdain for mediocrity as I.
I’m ruminating far too much today. Lots on my mind and I’m trying to crawl out of the navel-gazing that’s going on within me (I know, that’s a bit redundant). Enjoy some Bingham.
That crazy cracker, Rob, would have been 61 today.
I don’t know about you, but I miss him. I find myself thinking, often, of what he’d be writing if he were still with us. I know he’d have some choice words about everything.
His absence hit me especially hard the other day when I heard Jim Croce’s “Operator”. Just seemed like a song written specifically for his broken heart.
I hope wherever Rob happens to be is a place where he is free of heartache and physical pain. He was a complicated man with a beautiful soul.
“Right or wrong I’m here to fight. Unless you run away with fright. And if you wonder who I be, it’s me it’s me, it’s Ernest T.” – From “Malcolm at the Crossroads” ep of The Andy Griffith Show, which was on earlier today.
My favorite song on The Dick Van Dyke Show appears in the “Alan Brady Show Presents” episode (along with another episode, but that’s not the one I saw…this is and it’s appropriately themed). “I Am A Fine Musician” is just…the best!
Caught the Train Behind The Music show, too. Their song “I’m About To Come Alive” just about killed me. “Don’t give up on me, I’m about to come alive…”