…to Deadie Van Halen.
We have nothing more to say.
(For other, even more frightening shots of Eddie Bender, go here. )
Category: CD Reviews (Page 375 of 399)
What did Bruce Springsteen ever do for me? Nothing. And he will continue to do so. His music may speak to a ton of blue collar grease monkeys revving it up on the ave. to impress some beehive coiffed mama with an archaic name, but it only puts me to sleep. I’ve tried to “get into” the guy a few times, but it’s pointless. The first time was when Born In The U.S.A. was released. I was 11 or 12 years old then and the video for “Dancing In The Dark” was getting heavy rotation on such shows as “Radio 1990,” “Night Flight,” and “Friday Night Videos.” Yeah, our cable company didn’t carry MTV at the time, so I had to make do with whatever music shows were on USA or NBC. Anyway, I liked that song enough to ask for the album for Christmas. And so I got it. And so I thought the rest was shit. Tracks like “Darlington County,” “I’m Goin’ Down,” and “I’m On Fire” really made me want to go out and hurt someone. That last tune is one I often like to sing, along with Styx’s “Don’t Let It End” and Don McLean’s “American Pie” when I really want to annoy everyone.
I wound up giving that gift away, and didn’t look back. I got older and thought maybe I needed to rediscover Bruce. So I went out and bought the shitty first album and the so-so second one. I still couldn’t do it. God, he sucked. Why had I fooled myself into thinking this dude was going to interest me in the slightest? His lyrics are so goddamned epicly cornball and the music is the aural equivalent of cock stroking at its most ridiculous. And guesss what? My ears have never been to Nebraska nor were they Born To Run. And they never will. This is cigarette packs rolled up in your sleeve with your hair greased back music and it’s not even that because it just wants to be that and therefore sucks big pipe. Bruce, I hate your crummy music and couldn’t care less if you play 4 hour shows. Losing bits of my life to your songs is not at all entertainment.
After the untimely passing of Jam Master Jay, the other two-thirds of Run-DMC took an understandably extended break to figure out their place in the rap world. Rev. Run re-emerged in 2005, dropping his debut solo album and conquering another medium with his MTV series, “Run’s House.” Not be outdone, DMC has his debut solo album scheduled for release in March 2006, as well as a documentary on VH-1 in late February. He discussed these topics with Bullz-Eye, as well as the Run-DMC reissues, how an unlikely musical artist changed his mindset from suicidal to philosophical, and how he’s a little peeved that Run beat him to the solo punch:
DMC: So, yeah, I had a little help from my friends on the record.
BE: Nothin’ wrong with that.
DMC: People that are more than just celebrities. I’m talkin’ ‘bout real musicians and artists, as opposed to just working with people for the celebrity and the name value. I mean, these guys are big names, but they’re serious about what I do. I really needed musicians, because the album is really all about the music for me, and I wanted to make the best music I could, so I wanted some real cats I could get down with, if you know what I’m sayin’.
BE: I saw Sarah McLachlan is on the album, which is a name that could shock people the most…or surprise people the most, anyway.
DMC: Actually, she’s my favorite artist of all time.
BE: Wow!
DMC: Her music really inspired me…and, actually, that song “Angel” that she did? That was the record that saved my life.
BE: How so?
DMC: Because…I would say it was, like, 1997, and I was kind of going through a depression, and I was suicidal. And I was asking myself, am I here just to be DMC? There’s got to be more to life than this. I know it sounds crazy, but it was, like, because I did this and I did that. Aerosmith, “My Adidas,” “Walk This Way,” first to go gold, first to go platinum, I grew up in Queens, I went to the best schools…but with all this success, there was something missing. There was a void in me, but I didn’t know what it was. And I told myself, ‘cause we was over in Europe on tour…and, even then, it was fortune and fame, I was getting $70,000 a night, y’know, me, Jay and Run was tourin’ over in Europe and life was good…but I was, like, there’s something missing. Something ain’t right! And I was suicidal…well, okay, I wasn’t suicidal, but I knew something was wrong with me because I was having suicidal thoughts. And it wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful or didn’t have gratitude about what I did, but it was more, like, if this is all that life is about for me, then I want to move on to the next plane of existence, ‘cause there’s gotta be something missing, but I can’t put my finger on it.
You can read the interview in its full entirety here.
Stewart Copeland has always been the most vocal about getting The police back together. It’ll probably never happen as a regular working band concept again, but in the meantime Copeland is releasing his own tour documentary, Everyone Stares: The Police Inside Out. It was shot during the band’s gigging for Zenyatta Mondatta, but if you’re going to be looking for any “classic Police fighting,” you’ll be disappointed. According to Copeland, “This movie showed me — and I hope it shows the world — that it’s a myth. This thing about the Police fighting all the time is just not true. We did argue — but any band that is a decent band, that has any kind of vitality, has creative tensions.”
…and he’s got a CD coming out in May. And, man, is it gonna be sweet. Personal File, which will be a 2-disc set, will consist of material which was recorded in July of 1973. It’s a predecessor of sorts to the recordings Cash did with Rubin during the winter of his life, given that it consists of sparse, acoustic recordings that are mostly just Johnny…but the difference is that he was in full voice in ’73. Count me in from the minute Best Buy opens its doors that Tuesday.
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