I just caught the last half hour of the Ritchie Valenz movie not long ago, and it planted a seed. Is it wrong to wish, in your heart of hearts, for a bus carrying Rob Thomas, Fred Durst, and the singer from Smashmouth to go careening off a cliff? Is it wrong?

And is it... wronger... to wish that maybe Christina Aguillera lives at the bottom of that cliff, and she's throwing a party for Enrique Iglesias?

Am I a monster?

Only the good die young, Kyle.

Kournikova would be at the party, you ogre.

It's better that they should go out as washed out has beens rather than be immortalized at the pinnacle of their careers in the mainstream pop world. Although I think they're yesterday's news, already on a downhill path.

Don't let Spontaneous Post see this thread, she may send the Cap'n on his own bus careening down an abyss.

So if they all die together, painfully, they'll be cannonized, and their music will be played more often. Ok. That's not acceptable.

I propose, then, an alternative daydream... everytime I'm forced to hear one of their songs, be it in a retail or elevator-related situation, the offending artist is jabbed promptly with a cattle prod, wherever he or she may be. It's painful for them, but I'll argue that they're getting the better end of the deal.

i bet they are watching an advanced copy of "hitch" on that busride.

"Cannonized"? Oh, shoot.

fp

Oh, snap.

lol

It kind of rolls off like water on the back of a duck. Still, would you really group Rob with Fred Durst? Because if that's a obvious thing, I've less a grasp on what Rob Thomas means than I thought. hehe

But, if this is the case, you could just have Kix drop the bomb on NoFla, since the implication of the Cap'n's posting is that the bottom-feeders of late-nineties pop and rock arose from Orlando and Jacksonville (Matchbox 20, Limp Bizkit, Backstreet Boys, N*SYNCH, O*Town, Less than Jake, Collective Soul (from GA, but broken on Orlando radio)). But, sure, if we dropped the bomb on the area, we'd stand a good chance of losing Tom Petty (if he still lives in that part), Hot Water Music, and Stevie Franchise, but none of those is so great that we couldn't take the hit if it also meant losing the latest strain of boy-bands (and their master, Lou Perlman), bad emo (Fuelled by Ramen, and its ownership, the bad ska-punk LTJ), and frat-rock and wuss-rock-by-which-to-get-your-girl-in-the-mood-for-sex.

You dig?