And people ask me about the CO2 detector.

You want some of this too, pittmike?

Many that is true, but an incomplete statement.

Why the hell would anyone want a CO2 detector?
Carbon dioxide really ain't that much of a problem.

Im pretty hammered right now.

="Boilermaker Rick"]Hootie and the Blowfish

Urge Overkill is the best of Nirvana and PJ

Im pretty hammered right now.

Some people will never appreciate the lightning in a bottle that was Nevermind, and IMO, the better record, In Utero.
What I will never fucking comprehend is the unabashed worship a lot of people have for Yellow Ledbetter.
Now that's a hot pile of garbage.
Nirvana>Soundgarden>Pearl Jam, and I won't even dignify the existence of the wretched Alice in Chains in my overall opinion.
I obviously didn't hear the Narducy interview, but Verbow have 2 very solid records, and it sounds like a waste of his time to
play Grabass With Grimace.

Many that is true, but an incomplete statement.

And Pink Floyd is better than them all.
Baaaaaaaa!!!!

Im pretty hammered right now.

Candlebox needs to be left out of this.

Then Alice in Chains does too. I'm fine with that.

Im pretty hammered right now.

Am I the only one who didn't really like nirvana much? I found the lyrics boring when compensable, and the lead guitar simple riffs off the vocal melodies if not the exact vocal notes themselves, the guitars sloppy and the drums not particularly memorable.

I have MANY years of experience in trying to appreciate steaming piles of dogshit.

Why the hell would anyone want a CO2 detector?
Carbon dioxide really ain't that much of a problem.

This one guy that you've never heard of has sung with more emotion in a 10 second cut than Vedder has in his ENTIRE career. Vedder has never shown any emotion...how do I know this? I just do, I knew his 3rd cousin Jimmy the Skits, we used to run together in desperate circles. One night at a Carls Jr back in 89 we were doing some cock together and he wanted to kill his wifes cat, I was like "No" and he did it anyways! Then we had sex. After, he told me that his cousin "Eddy" who I didn't know of at the time, had any emotions. Later Eddy would become Eddy Vedder. Never met the guy, though, always brooding. Back then an onion cost a nickle, but my g/f had 10 nickels.

"You're a know-it-all" and "that's just your opinion" aren't arguments. I'm laying out my case for what I believe. I'm telling you how particular pieces of music make me feel. Maybe you're moved by Barry Manilow's "Mandy". Your feelings aren't invalid. But I can tell you that to me he doesn't sound sincerely distraught over the loss of that damn dog. So he's not really communicating with me the way he apparently intended to. We've had guys in this forum who have posted about their dogs dying who made me feel more empathy than fucking "Mandy". And I don't feel much differently about Pearl Jam's "Release". He isn't selling me his emotion. It just doesn't ring true for me. Listening to Eddie Vedder sing is like watching Keanu Reeves act.

"You're a know-it-all" and "that's just your opinion" aren't arguments. I'm laying out my case for what I believe. I'm telling you how particular pieces of music make me feel. Maybe you're moved by Barry Manilow's "Mandy". Your feelings aren't invalid. But I can tell you that to me he doesn't sound sincerely distraught over the loss of that damn dog. So he's not really communicating with me the way he apparently intended to. We've had guys in this forum who have posted about their dogs dying who made me feel more empathy than fucking "Mandy". And I don't feel much differently about Pearl Jam's "Release". He isn't selling me his emotion. It just doesn't ring true for me. Listening to Eddie Vedder sing is like watching Keanu Reeves act.

“See, when you come out of those up-tempo goddamn numbers, man, it’s impossible to make those transitions, and then you gotta go into somebody dying. You know, they do this to me all the time. I don’t know what the hell they do it for, but God damn it if we can’t come out of a slow record. I don’t understand it. Is Don on the phone? Okay. I want a goddamn concerted effort to come out of a record that isn’t a fucking up-tempo record every time I do a goddamn death dedication! Now make it—and I also wanna know what happened to the pictures I was supposed to see this week! This is the god—last goddamn time. I want somebody to use his fucking brain to not come out of a goddamn record that is—that’s up-tempo and I gotta talk about a fucking dog dying!”

Candlebox needs to be left out of this.

I advertised a few times on a show the old Channel 5 sports anchor, Duane Dow, used to do called Spotlite on Bowling. I got to be half-ass friends with Duane. I couldn't believe all the different shit he knew about various sports. I mean the guy knew harness racing, for God's sake. Who the fuck knows about that? But this guy starts talking to me about Speedy Somolli. I asked Duane how he knew so much about such relatively obscure sports and he said, "I always wanted to be a sportscaster so I figured I should learn about all the sports." That's an idea. Or you could just talk about recipes for prosciutto-wrapped asparagus and do lousy interviews with C list rock stars.