Alright, so I got myself on the list (sort of) to see the Bloodhound Gang tonight. Against my better judgement, and even with a 7:30 AM call time to work tomorrow, I drove myself there and took in about 40 minutes of the show. All I can say is ugh. I don't know any songs, and the one's I kind of know....suck. To top if off, the crowd is absolutely in love with these "local heros."
Adding to the completely surreal experience that it is everytime I see them play, was that I was footsteps from the Carson Daly of the Philly region, Mr. Bam Margera. No Phil. No Ape. No Don Vito. I didn't even see Rake for fuck's sake. To my right we have Daddy Long Legs, who I guess is going by Puff Daddy now that Sean Combs dropped the name. Mike is still sporting the colorful hair and jersey look, but he looks like the rest of us; a little older, and a little fatter. Behind me we have the most manical BHG fan I have ever met. This guy wanted me to sign 2 vinyl covers, 20 fucking cd inserts, take a picture with him, it was insane. Who are you crazy BHG fan? I guess I'll find out since he persuaded me to give him my email address. Did I mention my next door neighbor from college was selling merchandise and now works full time for Jimmy Pop? What a circus.
To be blunt, I guess I just sound like any ex-band member...bitter. So sue me. I gave 5 long years of my life to the band and even though we probably sucked back then, I still think we were better than the shit they are putting out now. I'm happy I can go see them and shake some hands and see some old faces. But when it comes down to it, I have work tomorrow. Really early.
4 comments:
Dude, I got news for you. The BHG is a novelty band wirh little to no talent (Evil can eat live animals). You were the talent and heart of that band. You practically wrote their greatest song (You're pretty when I'm drunk). Every true fan of the BHG knows and will tell you that song is the song that won them over. As for your C-list celebrity status, it's cool to know people still appreciate you . these people like the band for the fun it once represented. LIke you put it, they are old now. you represent what the band used to be like. Now they are a novelty band who will routinely tour Germany to pay for mortgages, boy servants and valium supply.
No worries. You were there for the the ride up. You got off. Now they're zooming toward the bottom.
Hell, you might even get interviewed for a VH1 Reunion. Tell them that they sucked after you left.
You hold a lot of bitterness in that giant carriage of yours my friend. You should be happy for what they've accomplished for themselves as people who are or were your friends. Yeah, the show wasn't that good but it was fun anyway. As for the other idiots who posted comments stroking your ego, they are only helping you to reinforce your cocoon of bitterness. Somebody should tell you to get the fuck over it and grow up. Some times it's very clear that you’re just denigrating others to feel better about yourself. How's that working for ya?
Thanks for the criticism. All I can say is that at least 2 of the 3 people who were stroking my ego had the balls to identify themselves. Does that make them idiots as you say? I guess to you they are. If you don't like what I'm selling, don't buy it. Don't click on my blog. I'm quite comfortable in my cocoon by the way. It's warm and best of all, I'm the boss in here. The Bloodhound Gang suck. And my "friends" in that band lied to my face and still owe me money. So they can lick my balls.
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