As we go into 2010 in review time, I can clearly state the one artist discovered this year that I hate more than any other ever.
This includes Bob Segar, who has held the position since 1982. This is huge.
I would easily sit ‘Clockwork Orange’ wide eyed watching live Silver Bullet band footage.
I would go to his shows, I would hug him and wear a tshirt emblazoned with his face.
I would sing “night moves’ and I would wake one night to the sound of thunder.
I would do all of this and more if I never ever had to hear the filthy poser bullshit spew from Liz Phairs makeup basted fucking face.
I cant think of a human who repulses me more. I feel bad for her kid, the beast couldn’t be more disgusting. Looks don’t save a thing.
What a fucking pig.
Say, if this was done perhaps with the right attitude rather than the Cutie pie with the potty mouth maybe I wouldn’t want to smash the fuck out out my speakers with a baseball bat right now.
Never again.
Never will I listen to her nor will I write the name.
This music is for people who want to seem fringe. Who find it funny. Who think its cool to be irreverent.
Hate isn’t a strong enough word.
Get this motherfucking bitch away from me.
I have to (now that’s I’ve calmed down a bit) ask what it is I am missing. Why or what draws fans to her? I cant figure it out. I read her live review and it just perplexes me to no end.
I apologize to any ‘fan’ she has for the outburst of my opinion, but it was sincere.
Maybe this crap is cool when you’re a 20 something but a 40 something?
Get a grip.