I’m just waking up after five and a half measly hours of sleep.  Oddly, I’m not all that tired, but my feet are sore, my legs have been cramping all night, I’m dirty, I’m starving, and I’m probably a little dehydrated, even though I drank about a half gallon of iced tea before I went to bed last night, at 3am.

I saw Guns N’ Roses play CenturyLink Field last night.  It was fucking insane.

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July 20th UPDATE:  see at the bottom of the post.

I generally don’t like talking about work.  In most cases, work stories are only interesting to other people in your field.  Yeah, I can probably relate to your story about that crazy day at McDonalds, but the impact of the story isn’t really going to hit home unless you’ve worked in the fast food industry, and I’ve unfortunately never had the pleasure.  Other than potentially boring my friends and family, I don’t like talking about work because I just don’t like working.  It’s a necessary evil.  It keeps me from having to live at my dad’s house, constantly worried that I’m being a burden, and it affords me a lifestyle I’ve grown accustomed to, so in that sense work is a positive.  But, it eats into so much of my week, of my LIFE, that I constantly find myself wondering if any of this is worth it.  Work is more than 40 hours a week.  It dictates all of your actions for the entirety of those five days, leaving you with but a mere weekend to relax and do what you REALLY want.

I’ve always said I value my time over money, and that hasn’t changed.  That will never change.  Now, there’s obviously a threshold – I could be a bum and have all the time in the world, but obviously I’m not willing to take it to that extreme – but if I were ever able to find a way to live comfortably, do a job I’m good at, and only work 3-4 days a week, that would probably be my ideal life.  But, a 3-4 day work week doesn’t provide for any kind of future.  Whether I’ll even be around for that future is another discussion for another time, but suffice it to say, there’s a part of me that wonders if I’m not wasting my time with 401Ks and whatnot.

Anyway, like I said, I don’t like talking about work, but I have to now, because it’s on my mind and it won’t stop being on my mind until I put it out into the universe.  This is my curse.

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Various shows happened earlier this year, but the tour started in earnest on June 23rd in Detroit.  I read a review by someone after that night’s show, and it was overwhelmingly positive (something I wasn’t totally expecting).  Then, a little over a week later, they played Chicago and I caught the AV Club review; same deal.  The band sounds good, it’s awesome having so many of the classic players involved, they tear through the hits like they haven’t missed a beat, and if you just sort of lose yourself in the moment (hat tip to Eminem), it’s like you’re back in 1992 or 1988 or whatever.

I’ve known all along that they’re coming to Seattle in August, but I honestly had no intention of going.  I already saw them in 2011 in Key Arena, and I know what you’re saying, “It’s not the same!  It’s just Axl and a bunch of Hired Guns!”  Yeah, I get it.  But, for starters, it’s not like those guys were terrible musicians.  If you think Axl is going to stake his reputation to a bunch of amateurs who don’t have the chops, you’re mistaken.  I found them to be quite talented and the show overall to be better than my wildest expectations (which, admittedly, weren’t all that high).

So, would I be getting a remarkably different or better experience this time around?  With the addition of Slash & Duff and that’s it?  We’re still talking about at least half of the performers on stage not being the original core members of the Appetite For Destruction-era GNR, so what’s the big fucking deal?

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Fun With Depression

September 12, 2015

I’m in a pretty bad place right now.  Maybe it’s because I’m sick this week.  Maybe it’s because I’m grotesquely overweight again.  Maybe it’s because I’m sitting up late on a Saturday and I know I have to go to bed so I can get up early tomorrow to meet up with friends at a bar before the Seahawks game, but I’m nowhere near tired because I’m in such a bad place.

A lot of it’s probably that.  But, it all comes back to this incredible loneliness I’ve been feeling lately.  Loneliness, for me, comes and goes.  It’ll hit me hard, and then I’ll wake up and it won’t matter one bit anymore.  When it hits, it sucks, because it’s all-encompassing.  It’s all I can think about as I walk through this empty fucking apartment, trying to find ANYTHING I can watch or read that will distract from the fact that I’ve got absolutely nothing going on in my life and no one to share that nothing with.  And, it’s not like I’m even pining away for a specific someone like is usually the case.  I’m pining away for an abstract idea of a companion.

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I’m 34 years old, greatly out of shape, and I knew going into this Motley Crue concert that I’d be going solo.  I’ve got a lot of friends I could’ve asked, but I don’t know any who’d want to drive down to Tacoma on a Friday evening to see Motley Crue perform.  So, I knew a couple things:  I didn’t want to bother trying to get seats down on the floor, and I didn’t want to stand for four fucking hours (see:  34 years old, greatly out of shape).  Likewise, this wasn’t my first rodeo inside the Tacoma Dome.  You get a stage at one end, and you get a horseshoe all around the floor with seats.  If you want to get reasonably close to the band – and you don’t want to be on the floor – then you have to get seats on one of the sides.  This means you’ve either got to stand at an angle or have your neck turned to the side the whole time; neither sounded appealing.

So, I went for seats in the back, facing the stage.  I’ll admit, I underestimated just how far away from the stage you really are in these seats – which are glorified bleachers, if we’re being honest – and there were some large contraptions between us and the stage that provided a partially-blocked view, but otherwise the seats were fine.

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Motley Crue is touting it as The Final Tour, but they should really call it The Motley Crue Retirement Fund.

Back in January 2014, the band announced this would be it.  One last mega-tour to rule them all.  They spent the better part of the second half of the year touring all around North America (including stops at the White River Amphitheatre, as well as Vancouver B.C. and Spokane, all of which I ignored – mostly because White River sucks donkey balls, and the other two were too far to drive).  In January 2015, it was announced the tour would continue through the rest of the year, to be concluded on New Year’s Eve in Los Angeles.  In this leg, they’d hit the Tacoma Dome on July 24th.

I bought my ticket on January 26, 2015, in the same week I bought my ticket to see Faith No More at the Paramount.  In 2015, I would chop two more bands off of my lifetime bucket list.  Motley Crue ended up setting me back about $60 with fees and all that.  Not too steep, but had I known Alice Cooper was opening, I would’ve considered it the bargain of the century.

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So … (more than) two weeks late.  But, it’s been a shitty, work-filled (more than) two weeks and my brain kind of sucks now, so this is when it’s done.  This post probably deserves better, but what are you gonna do?

I’m 34 years old.  In those 34 years, the holder of My Favorite Band has changed hands quite a few times.  I more or less left the world of Pop Music behind for good ol’ fashioned rock n’ roll when I was 7 or 8 years old.  At that time, Aerosmith was my favorite band.  They still hold a special place in my heart – even though their last handful of albums have been awful – but they would be surpassed by Guns N’ Roses, Nirvana, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, Radiohead, The Strokes, The White Stripes, back to Radiohead, and then a long, slow descent into nothingness as rock music has truly gotten awful.  I can’t remember the last real rock band I was turned on by, as I’ve more or less spent the last decade just filling in the cracks of all the older bands I missed out on the first time around.

Somewhere in there, though, Faith No More held the torch of My Favorite Band.  Sometime between Nirvana and Metallica, if I’m being honest, but they’ve absolutely never been out of my Top 5.  It’s always been FNM, Nirvana, GNR, Aerosmith, and a rotating cast for the fifth spot.

And, before anyone asks, I’m just talking about the Mike Patton-led version of the band.  Anything that came before was just … ehh.

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I’m nothing if not a hypocrite.  Every year, I do an Academy Awards Brouhaha post where I lock in my predicitons.  I see a small handful of movies every year and base my predictions partially on what I’ve seen and partially on articles I’ve read on the Internet.  Then, at work, I take those predictions to our annual Oscar Pool and I end up getting about half of the 24 categories correct, losing in a frustrating fashion as my heart overwhelms my head more often than not.

But, NOT THIS YEAR!  I decided to take the Oscar Pool seriously!  I threw out most of my Brouhaha predictions in favor of The Consensus.  There’s no reason to ever correctly guess fewer than 17 of the 24 categories; all you’d need to do is find a gambling website putting odds up for the Oscars and pick all the favorites!  It’s shameless, it’s no fun, and the majority of the night’s suspense is ripped from you … but, having said all that, it was a little thrilling to actually get so many answers correct!

Officially, I got 19/24 correct.  It was particularly exciting as I started out winning 9 of the first 10 and 17 of the first 20.  But, then I got screwed by Best Actor & Best Director.

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I’m normally so on top of these things.  The damned nominations were announced – I want to say – WEEKS ago.  But, it snuck up on me when I wasn’t ready, then I got a little disgruntled with the whole thing, and now here we are.

This is my favorite thing I write all year, though, so I’ll be DAMNED if I’m going to miss out!

Last year, I managed to see every Best Picture Nominee before the awards night.  It was an impressive and enjoyable feat, one that I’ll cherish always.  It’s my goal to do that EVERY year, but something tells me it’s not gonna happen this time.

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If you talked to my 10 year old self back in 1991, you would’ve found out my favorite movie was Bloodsport, my favorite band was Guns N’ Roses, my favorite writer was Stephen King, my favorite TV show was most certainly The Simpsons (with a hat tip to shows like In Living Colour, Coach, Get A Life, Married With Children, Roseanne, The Wonder Years, Growing Pains, Cheers, Perfect Strangers, Dinosaurs, Family Matters, Full House, Quantum Leap, Night Court, Golden Girls, and *shudder* Evening Shade), and it’s a safe bet – with the recent release of T2 – my favorite actor was Arnold Schwarzenegger.

At the time, Arnold had a run of four straight movies that I happened to love:  Twins, Total Recall, Kindergarten Cop, and Terminator 2: Judgment Day.  He would follow that up with three movies I more or less hated:  Last Action Hero, True Lies, and Junior, before coming back with Eraser.  Eraser, as it stands, was pretty much the end of Prime-Era Arnold (later in life, I would revisit classics like Predator, Commando, The Running Man, and the Conan movies; I also loved the first Terminator movie, but didn’t happen to see it until a year or two after I’d seen its sequel).  Everything since Eraser is either a dud, or a tepid attempt at creating a “throw-back” Arnold movie.  The results are hit-and-miss, with The Last Stand being surprisingly good (for an Arnold movie) and The 6th Day being surprisingly bad (again, for an Arnold movie).

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