Well its been awhile since I’m rambled endlessly about a rocker that makes me want to sin so here we go.. its time and its time for Scott Weiland.
I was drawn to him again today upon hearing “Sour Girl”, what a beautiful song. Released in 2000, its the sort of drug induced twisted sheet post coital good time that Weiland conjures every time he opens his mouth. The glorious harmony in the chorus is so empty and bleak The lament of a desperate man. The heavy stroke of acoustic guitar adds to the bleak outlook
“what would you do, what would you do if I followed you?
I’d follow.” woooot!!! We all know the drill Weiland became insanely fucked up on drugs near dying death frail and weak the whole bit but if talent is had here it is shown. I could listen to this all day long.
It makes me sad but it makes me hazy and I love that feeling.
Jumping over to “Fall To Pieces” by Velvet Revolver you cant help but just scream. Scott’s ability to tug at your heart while ripping out his own makes him more an actor than a singer. The rise of this song has blown out many a headphone. I have belted this song out on the highway doing 95 more times than I care to confess. But the point here is as pathetic and forlorn as the lyrics are is just as much a man as he is. Scott Wieland is not a drug addicted fuckwad, on the contrary he is brilliant and beautiful and as much as you want to seduce him (or be seduced by him) is in tandem to wanting to get him cleaned up and fed… that boy is frail.
Go all the way back to ‘Sex Type Thing’, and even there, nearly 19 years ago his testosterone is blasting. But with the power is still the vulnerability.
I often get tangled up in the new but Scott is 42… and just as sexy a beast as those half his age. Just with more mileage
How about we fast forward to the Caribbean twang of “Killing Me Sweetly”,here’s the cleaned up frailty his falsetto is orgasmic. Yeah so were spanning addicted DECADES and the clarity remains. The genre fluctuates from croon to growl and still consistently blows my mind.
But lets end peppy shall we?
Lets end this tribute with “Blind Confusion” from 2009’s happy Galoshes.
Although the lyrics are set back to and at times Bowie-esque, its my Scott for sure.
Sadly I have never seen him live. I hope to, I certainly want to hes playing with STP in NJ in May.. psst cutie come a bit more East wontcha