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Judas Priest- Firepower (10/10)

Andy is back in. The band must have seen the terrible reaction to the news and changed their minds. https://www.blabbermouth.net/news/judas-priest-reverses-decision-to-tour-as-quartet-we-will-continue-our-live-shows-unchanged-as-five-piece/

Rush- Moving Pictures (10/10) Rush- Hold Your Fire (9/10) Rush- Snakes And Arrows (7/10) Lacuna Coil- Comalies (10/10) Judas Priest- Rocka Rolla (6/10)

I think if you pare them down to 40 min each, you have a case. Wouldn't cut a song. But that's just me. Total album experiences.

I still don't understand how they often get overlooking in discussions about greatest prog bands, greatest 70s bands, greatest 70s albums, etc. They should make every one of those lists at a respectable placement! i'm guilty of pushing them aside. it's true. they were pretty damn big in the 70's in the States but since then their stock fell hard. and the 3 songas i hear on radio are only logical Song Take the Long Way home Goodbye Stranger. great songs BTW (Especially Goodbye Stranger.....god what a song!!!) but come on there's way more there. Mick

I still don't understand how they often get overlooking in discussions about greatest prog bands, greatest 70s bands, greatest 70s albums, etc. They should make every one of those lists at a respectable placement!

Supertramp-Crime of the Century (10/10) this band (in the classic lineup anyway) really knew how to make albums that were emersive experiences AND make albums devoid of any fat. i mean School Bloody Well Right Hide in your Shell Asylum Dreamer Rudy If Everyone was Listening Crime of the century Yes that's the entire record. and none of it lags or is anything below perfection IMO. Mick

Some Stevie on this brutally cold day here in NJ. Too cold for the slopes. Fulfillingness' First Finale http://youtu.be/xYqovSobZTc

It's my number one.

Best place to take a photo in that whole place. I've been in that spot with both Enterprise and Discovery. :)

The masterful and bottom end endowed Lock And Key from the laserdisk. If HYF had a bottom end like this it would actually be a good record. Similar for RTB and Presto.

EITQM is my favorite too. Lover Boy is incredible, From Now On is perfect, and of course there's Fool's Overture! You know what occured to me? Supertramp is kinda like the British Steely Dan. very clean production. kinda jazzy. weird quirky lyrical sensibility. Supertramp is just a touch prog-ier. no wonder they click with me, lol Mick I always thought of them as a more cheerful Pink Floyd, but your comparison makes sense as well. Both are good descriptions. :)

:ebert: 'Tramp are one of my favorite bands from a purely sonic standpoint. Great production, instrumentation, vocal harmonies.

Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head Needed something familiar and comforting for reading music.

Just saw a documentary on that magazine on Kanopy. Yeah, some of those critics were edgelords. Case in point... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ED3mufU58bk

The one without Rik Emmett, too easy to eliminate

Greetings from Tenerife!

This is one of those reviews that says volumes about the writer and very little about the subject.

This writer clearly isn't a fan of the band nor the members but it's kind of interesting to read why and not the usual "who's that girl singing"? It's also interesting but kind of bad to read what NEP has to say about other musicians/bands but I guess it was early in his career and maybe he wasn't as good at moderating what he said. Creem THURSDAY Kordosh has been roused from his afternoon nap by Sherry Ring, publicist for Mercury Records. Ring is calling from New York to firm up connections for next week’s Rush interviews. “No problems with Neil and Alex,” says Ms. Ring. “But Geddy still says he won’t talk to anyone from CREEM.” “Hmmph? Huh? Whannot?” mumbles Kordosh. “Well, it’s that Eleganza ... “ “Till ‘im I din’t write it,” Kordosh snoozes. “Lots of people cut up in that one.” “I know, but ... well, if he sees things are going well with the other guys maybe he’ll change his mind.” “His business.” “By the way, did I mention that the album’s gone gold?” “Huh? Album? Permanent Waves? Went gold a long time ago, din’t?” “No, the new one!” “New one? Thought it was just released ... has it been released?” “Two weeks ago! Isn’t that something?” “Yeah, that’s something, all right,” admits a practically-there Kordosh. Now the question is: what? SUNDAY Doze-addict Kordosh is glancing at his morning paper through half-closed eyes, hoping there’s a good basketball game on TV today. This getting up at 10:30 is killing him. A review of the new Rush album, Moving Pictures, catches a mucus-filled eye. Congenitally unable to understand phrases like “smoldering rock masterpiece,” “jazz-influenced virtuosity,” and “visceral rock sounds,” he begins to nod off until a single sentence falls off the page: “What’s most interesting is Neil Peart’s perceptive lyrics.” Having listened to the LP in question, he feels his viscera — which are the internal organs of his body — begin to quiver. Nothing like a smoldering rock review he decides, his head hitting the pillow. THURSDAY Sherry Ring has called again, this time to finalize the Rushaviews. Unfortunately, Kordosh — guilty of a rare act of motion — is not home and misses the call. He cheerfully dials Ms. Ring, reversing the charges. The publicist mentions that Moving Pictures will be slotted #8 with a bullet in next week’s Billboard charts. The dazed Kordosh, by now unable to continue tracking the twelve-inch virtuosity, wonders if he should pray for the souls of all the polyvinyl cows slaughtered in the cause. Later in the evening he listens to the record again, but falls asleep during side two. It might be mentioned that he suffers a similar reaction while reading through the many poems junior high school students send him for critical perusal. FRIDAY And the 13th of the month as well. A cold wind sweeps Detroit as Kordosh makes his way to the Pontchartrain Hotel to meet the hitherto-disembodied Sherry Ring. Personable and charming, she tells him that Rush was awarded a platinum Chu-Bop for Permanent Waves; he is fascinated by the favorable review. They walk over to Cobo Arena, where the band is running through their soundcheck. Sherry suggests that they sit somewhere where Rush won’t see them, so as not to disturb the soundcheck. As Cobo seats about 12,000 people and no one else is in the arena, this does not present an insurmountable difficulty. However, it does cause Kordosh to idly wonder exactly what he could do to disrupt the activities of people standing on an elevated stage some hundreds of feet from him. Drop his pencil real loud? After a half-hour of sitting on their thumbs, the pair return to the hotel, where they are met by CREEM editors Sue Whitall, Dave DiMartino, and Mark Norton. Splendid seafood cuisine is enjoyed by all, and many drinks as well. The talk turns to whether or not Rush has a sense of humor. Pointing to the Chu-Bop cover of Permanent Waves, DiMartino notes: “I’d be worried if a band put out that cover and didn’t have a sense of humor.” The portentous comment is generally forgotten as the conversation degenerates ... but Kordosh will have good reason to remember it later. After dinner, only Norton doesn’t chicken out, agreeing to go to the concert with Kordosh. FRIDAY/THE CONCERT Well, I’m Kordosh, and I suppose it’s time I got this thing into the first person. I wouldn’t want anyone to think this is written on some kind of rock or anything. I was later able to infer that Rush have some sort of collective paranoia about making mistakes during a live performance. Of course, this is intrinsically impossible, as their material is one gigantic mistake unto itself. Although even the running dogs of criticism have been woofing and wagging lately, Rush’s last two albums aren’t all that much different from their earlier Alpo. I mean, how many levels of pretentious boredom can there be? What’s more, this miasma of moronism is about as dangerous as getting shampoo in your eyes. In other words, it has nothing to do with rock ‘n’ roll, or even crossing the street against the light. I haven’t seen every act in the world, but I daresay that the Irish Rovers take more chances onstage. The best that can be said about these musicians-by-innuendo is that Alex Lifeson is a competent post-Page guitarist. Geddy Lee, who played — excuse me, strapped on — a double-necked bass during one song, plays with all the gusto of a teenaged girl who’s thinking about giving up ballet lessons for punk rock. And Neil Peart can hide behind every triangle, gong, bell, empty paint can, and any other percussion instrument he can think of — adults will prefer one good wallop from Charlie Watts from now until 2112. Wait a minute, I forgot that Geddy Lee is also the group’s vocalist. At least, I wanted to. Since a Rush concert is de facto humorless, Norton and I had to “make our own fun.” Peart’s drum solo — I swear, it’s true — during “YYZ” wasn’t exactly a scream, but Norton asking, “Does this mean I’ll miss The Love Boat?” helped a whole lot. We prowled the corridors, interviewing hapless Rush fans (RE-dundant, Kordo). Sample snip from the tape: “Why do you like Rush?” “Rush ROCK DE-TROIT!” “No, no; Tokyo rocks Detroit.” And so on; I brooded over the potential sequel, “ZZZ.” But the fun was ending and pretty soon we’d be facing the real music — Neil Peart, lyricist. And I use the word in the broadest sense. FRIDAY/THE FIRST INTERVIEW Backstage with Peart seated across from me (and Norton standing behind me), I thought Peart looked more like 35 than his actual late-20ish. Dressed in a red sweatshirt, blue jeans, and bright blue tennis shoes, he appeared decidedly normal — except for his eyes, which have the zomboid intensity of the you-can’t-escape-me zealot. (I should mention, perhaps, that Peart has no sense of humor whatsoever, although he’ll deny that claim. What the hell, maybe he does have some kind of sense of humor, but you’ll probably find Kennedy’s brain buried in your backyard before you find it. In any case, it goes a long way in explaining what followed.) First off, we had to clear up — for the sixth or seventh time — exactly why Geddy Lee wouldn’t talk to us. (Let me make it clear that I rank a conversation with Geddy Lee just below “standing in line” on my list of cool things to do.) The entire thing stems from a tragic misunderstanding: in the October 1980 issue of CREEM — I’m pretty sure it was CREEM, but maybe I should check — editors Whitall and DiMartino cooked up a fictional debate between “Janie Jones” and (uh-oh) “Geddy Lee Roth” for the ever-whimsical Eleganza column. Well, perceptive-guy Geddy sure enough knew where they got that name from ... although I’m not saying it didn’t take him several days of hard thinking. Satire-hater Peart explained: “It was insulting — the things that were put into his mouth were things that he would never say, in a way that he would never say them. And no one in their right minds would ever want to be compared to David Lee Roth.” Don’t take it seriously, David Lee, I betcha he’s only kidding! But no! “The magazine did it,” Peart continued. “The magazine did what?” asked Mark “I Wish I Were At Bookie’s” Norton. “The magazine slandered Geddy.” Pouring oil on these troubled waters (and simultaneously looking for my Bic lighter), I said; “Wait a minute. If you took this to court, CREEM would win hands-down. It’s clear-cut satire. And there are laws that say that if this is obvious satire, there is no libel.” “Obviously,” Peart agreed. “Are we talking about laws, though, or are we talking about morals? It was immoral; it wasn’t funny.” “I’m glad you mentioned that,” I lied. “I see a lot of threads running through your lyrics, but one I can’t pick up on is humor. Is there a reason for this? Is there something I’m missing?” “I’m not a comedian. I’m a musician and a lyricist ... I’m not interested in being a humorist.”Well, you and me and Rick Johnson make three, Neil, old pal. Knowing a good thing, I pressed on: “Do you see rock music as being funny in any way?” “Hmm,” mulled the author of “By-Tor and the Snow Dog.” “Some people I think, are — ‘witty’ — put it that way,” he said, pronouncing the word “witty” in an exaggerated sissy tone.“It’s just that this — what I would call a lack of humor — is what let you guys in for a lot of criticism,” I offered.“No, no. You see, you’re dealing with cynical, jaded critics here, who in a lot of cases are frustrated musicians. The people who have given us the ‘humorless’ tag are the frustrated, jaded people ... cynical ...w ho think the only thing that’s good is what’s funny and off-color.”I didn’t have the heart to tell Neil the real truth, namely that this frustrated musician hoo-hah is just the tip of the iceberg. What we really are is frustrated writers. Now, can anybody guess why?“If we laughed at our work then we’d laugh at our audience, just like so many bands do. They say, ‘Hah, these stupid schmucks,’ and they [the stupid schmucks] soak it up. We don’t look at it that way. We give our audience the credit of being as intelligent as we are.”Danger! Danger! Straight line!! But who are these blackguards who are out there laughing at you jerks anyway?“There are lots of people who do laugh at their audience. Lots of bands and lots of writers and lots of authors do it.”“But, let’s face it — rock music isn’t Jesus Christ back on earth,” I said. “It’s simply another mode of entertainment. It can be funny.”“If you look at it that way. To me, it’s a reflection of my life. I spent the better part of my life learning how to do it, so to me it’s not a joke.”Well, seeing that things were really moving along, I figured I’d try the old aren’t-you-guilty-now-that-you’re-rich chestnut.“Do you feel guilty at all about making as much money as you do compared to other people who work every bit as hard you do?” I equivocated.“Uh, no; on the contrary. There’s no amount of money that could pay you back for what you go through doing what we do.”“What about the other people?”“Which other people?”“You know, the ones that work for a living.”“It’s really not the same. I mean, I have done ordinary jobs. You can’t go out in front of 10,000 people and make a fool of yourself. It’s really not the same as going to work in a factory every day, I’m sorry,” he said, addending his nervous-tic laughter.“But I’ve heard the Stones slop up songs beyond belief — I mean, the Stones — I heard Keith Richard come in on a chorus of ‘Honky Tonk Women’ where there was no chorus! It was OK.”“They’re the people that laugh at their audience,” explained the patient Peart.“The Stones?”“Sure they do. You don’t think they’re good.” This wasn’t a question; it was a statement.“I think they’ve written a good song or two.”“You can’t say they’re good musicians,” countered Peart, who was evidently talking about some other Stones than the ones I’ve been listening to.“They’re good musicians. They’re astute songwriters.”“Astute? In other words, clever marketing strategists.”A little later, this “marketing” baloney was sliced a little thicker. We’d gotten around to the sophomoric ending of “Spirit of the Radio” (“For the words of the profits are written on the studio wall, concert hall/Echoes with the sounds of salesmen”); I’d asked Peart if he was consciously emulating Paul Simon when he wrote it. “This is where a sense of humor comes into it. I was sitting there thinking of the conclusion of the song and the parody came into my mind. And I thought, ‘Well, either this is very stupid or it’s very great.’” Right. “But all it says is ... salesmen as artists I can see as an ideal, but they have no place telling us what to play onstage and they have no place in the recording studio telling us how to write songs ... any more than a car salesman.”“I imagine any band with any integrity would feel the same way,” I naively added. “But you’re talking as if every band had that. They don’t.”“Well, I’m sure the Beatles didn’t have some salesman standing over their shoulders saying, ‘Hey, write ‘Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.’” “You must imagine they lived with the pressure, though. And you certainly can imagine — well, it’s a lot of speculation involved, but I think it’s safe to say that Paul McCartney does not have a lot of artistic integrity.”“Possibly. But, on the other hand, there’s no question that Paul McCartney is a very talented person. He uses that talent in a certain way.”“He’s a prostitute. ”“Strong words. Very strong words. ”“Not to me,” said Peart. “I don’t think a prostitute’s an evil thing.”Nor do I. And — again, there’s a lot of speculation involved here, too — I think it’s safe to say that Paul McCartney can not only play the bass better than Geddy Lee (I won’t mention the vocals), but that he can probably play guitar better than Alex Lifeson, play drums better than Neil Peart, and write about 80,000 times better than Rush and the National Hockey League put together. I mean, if you think “Mary Had a Little Lamb” and “Someone’s Knocking” were outright drivel, I invite you to listen the “The Temples of Syrinx” or “Cygnus X-I Book II” by Neil & Co.Besides, McCartney’s richer.WELL, WELL, WELL. Where does Peart get all these crazy ideas, anyway? Now, I can’t say for sure — but I asked him about their ubiquitous logo (you know, the really cool man-anna-red-star) and he said: “All it means is the abstract man against the mass. The red star symbolizes any collectivist mentality.”And now, to quote Ayn Rand (For the New Intellectual): “[The Fountainhead] was published in 1943. Its theme is: individualism versus collectivism (my italics). The story presents the career of Howard Roark, an architect and innovator, who breaks with tradition, recognizes no authority but his own, etc., ad nauseam.”Not that we weren’t tipped off early on, when — while talking about writers — Norton said: “What about Ayn Rand?”“What about her?” said Peart.Well, we asked some really clever questions that are known only to select rock critics (i.e., “Do you read her?” “Do you like her?”), when M.J. asked about Howard Roark. “Would you identify with someone like Howard Roark?” asked my jaded cynical comrade.“Certainly,” said Peart, adding the inevitable tic-laughter.“He was a m***********, he really was,” said the always-slow-to-express-himself Norton. “He did what he wanted to ... he was shunned by society. Why don’t you write an album about him? Howard Roark ... all the Howard Roarks there are in the world.”“I think I have,” Peart said. “I think everything I do has Howard Roark in it, you know, as much as anything. The person that I write for is Howard Roark.”I don’t want to add that many people consider Ayn Rand to be a prima facie fascist, but I will anyway. Later on I tried to pin Peart down on his feelings toward the right wing. “I have as many quarrels with the so-called right wing as I do with the left wing, you know. I can’t stand the whole concept of law-and-order and authority and everything, which is obviously the precept of right-wingism, and you know it as well as I do. If you don’t, you can take my word on it and you can take it to the bank.”And no problems with the bank, eh? “It is a life that no amount of money can ever compensate for,” the suffering drummer told me. “That’s why I could never, ever feel guilty about the dollar I earn.” You and McCartney, pal; you and McCartney. SATURDAYDead tired, I went back to Cobo early the next evening to talk with Alex Lifeson, Rush’s guitarist. Possibly the only homo sapien in the group, Lifeson — who looked as beat as I felt — donned a nondescript blue ski jacket and mittens as we adjourned to a very cold back room somewhere in the Cobo maze.After Peart, anything short of William Shockley would be anticlimactic, but Lifeson did his best to fulfill the interview obligation. He gave me his opinion of the previous night’s show (“ ... weird ... this audience is really a fired-up crowd; really a lot of pushing and shoving”), success (“For us, everything has been a gradual climb”), and his general dissatisfaction with performing (“It loses a specialness ... certainly, for me when we started out it was really exciting, but I can’t really say that I feel the same anymore.”) Lifeson was flat, bored, and probably distracted as well. He offered none of the Peart hard line, showing regret over missing his kid’s birthday (“again”) and enthusiasm over professional hockey. In other words, he seemed to be a normal person. Much more at ease than Peart. (example: I asked them both why they don’t put their pictures on their album covers. “We’re not selling ourselves,” said Peart. “Well, they’re inside the album,” said Lifeson), the guitarist seemed to be — and this is only my impression — looking for something interesting to do with his spare time. He told me that he builds models and has taken up flying to occupy himself.“I’m nobody special; it’s no big deal,” he said. “I don’t think a lot of people want to see it that way, really.” Believe me, this guy takes some sort of Normal Pills. He did let me in on the Rush songwriting m.o., which I must admit is a seeming puzzler.“Neil will bring down a draft of lyrics ... and (Geddy and I) will sit down together and take it from there.” Jeez, I thought I felt sorry for him before ... SATURDAY/THE DENOUEMENTI left Cobo with a backstage pass, having no intention of sitting through another Rush extravaganza. Throwing critical caution to the winds, I whipped my car to the front of the arena and looked for the youngest, most fresh-faced Rush fan I could find. Two guys and two girls — surely no more than 17 — came by.“Are you guys really big Rush fans?” I asked.“Jesus, yes.”“OK ... here’s a genuine, honest-to-God backstage pass that will allow you to go behind the scenes,” I said, dangling the sticky square. “Just slap it on your leg and they shouldn’t hassle you.”One kid got down on his knees. “What do I have to do?”Throwing him the pass, I just said good luck. SATURDAY/POSTSCRIPTI would like to thank everyone who helped make this story possible, in particular: Sherry Ring, Neil Peart, Alex Lifeson, and Mark Norton.Not to forget Geddy Lee, of course. I really enjoyed not talking to you. In fact, I can’t remember enjoying not talking to anyone as much as I enjoyed not talking to you. Let’s not talk again real soon, OK?

I'd trade 6D for DoT. Awake for the win!

If they don't do the MP 40th box then I highly doubt their doing any post-MP 40th boxes.

Caravan

Turn The Page (laserdisk)

Right now I would just like an ordinary 302 Fox Mustang. It would wear raised white letter tires and dog dish hubcaps. And glasspacks. And an aluminum Holley intake and a 650 cfm carb.

And this comes complete with the most revolutionary guarantee in slenderizing history! :pizza: :smash:

Muse is back after a one album hiatus. Hell yeah.

Results: 16. Cyclorama (2003) 15. Brave New World (1999) 14. The Serpent Is Rising (1973) 13. Edge Of The Century (1990) 12. Styx (1972) 11. Styx II (1973) 10. Man Of Miracles (1974) 9. Kilroy Was Here (1983) 8. Cornerstone (1979) 7. Crash Of The Crown (2021) 6. The Mission (2017) 5. Paradise Theatre (1981) 4. Equinox (1975) 3. Crystal Ball (1976) 2. Pieces Of Eight (1978) And the winner is... The Grand Illusion (1977)

No one knows who the f**k Kordosh was, aside from a few fat nerds. These dipshits had no idea what it meant to actually be in a band and to grind it out year after year on the road.

1994 - Superunknown by Soundgarden

EITQM is my favorite too. Lover Boy is incredible, From Now On is perfect, and of course there's Fool's Overture! You know what occured to me? Supertramp is kinda like the British Steely Dan. very clean production. kinda jazzy. weird quirky lyrical sensibility. Supertramp is just a touch prog-ier. no wonder they click with me, lol Mick I always thought of them as a more cheerful Pink Floyd, but your comparison makes sense as well.

Tell him I've already got one :bitchslap: All right, all right. What's he want then? He finds it very difficult to get to sleep on his own ;) so I said he could sleep with us. Ah! Thank you very much. Good morning. Come on men, downstairs :outtahere: If we could walk that way :coy: sorry. OK, meeting 4.30 - 'Bridge at Arles' :sundog: I think I'd stick to Caribbean Islands if I were you. :sundog: Bloody sharks :rose: I've had worse. Just a flesh wound. :cool: What a senseless waste of human life :oops: I'm afraid when I'm in this idiom, I sometimes get a bit...sort of carried away. :blush: No. You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant :bitchslap: So it was halibut or sea bass. Won't be a moment-t-t-t-t. :outtahere: Oh, don't worry about him, sir. He's ma- he's m- he's ma- he- he- he's m- m- m- he's m- he's m - He's mad, sir. :yes: He placed his robes over his head and began to emit low moans. Look, are you insinuating something? :popcorn: If you don't tell me where the bomb is...if I don't give you the money...unless you give me the bomb... :wacko: Look, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own :hug2: Some Mozart concertos, dear. :guitar: :syrinx: :guitar: Incidentally, BBC Publications have prepared a special pamphlet to go with this programme called 'Hello Pianist' :wub: Failure to buy it will make you liable to a 50 pound fine or three months' imprisonment. :tsk:

EITQM is my favorite too. Lover Boy is incredible, From Now On is perfect, and of course there's Fool's Overture! You know what occured to me? Supertramp is kinda like the British Steely Dan. very clean production. kinda jazzy. weird quirky lyrical sensibility. Supertramp is just a touch prog-ier. no wonder they click with me, lol Mick

EITQM is my favorite too. Lover Boy is incredible, From Now On is perfect, and of course there's Fool's Overture!

Sexy! Cool shirt, too. Satanic, but cool!

Listened to some upcoming releases today:

Supertramp-Even In the Quietest Moments (10/10) Been re-visiting this band (and 10cc) Both bands are criminally underrated. Quietest Moments is actually my fav of the famous 4. not a single weak cut on here. Lover Boy is my fav. that shit is a bop. Mick

Wow - this sent me down a nice rabbit hole of YT vids. Hadn't heard of Govan but he reminded of a British Neal P in interviews - eloquent, well read and with amazing chops. And some of the things he's done are interesting - transcribed Shawn Lane music, recorded music fragments for samplers to use, played in the Dizzee Rascal band (a Grime rapper from the UK), played with Asia and played in Steven Wilson's band. And he namechecked Van Halen's Fair Warning at one point so that's all right with me!

Wonderful to see fellow guitarists enjoy this amazing improvisation. Govan is the master.

:hug2:

Leader Of The Pack -Twisted Sister

'84 Born In The USA ... Bruce Springsteen

SRV

25!! Where have you been? Thank you so much! You made my night! This is one of the main reasons why I love The Rush Forum! I think I know so much about music and yet I don't know shit! "I Feel So..." STUPID! LOL! I have never heard of this side band. I'm listening now to the album! I LOVE IT! I don't care what anyone thinks! Some people on here hate me because I love RATT! LOL! FUKK EM! I love BLINK! I think Travis Barker is a fuckking incredible drummer. He's the modern day Tommy Lee. I love him too!! There is no doubt that Tom is a genius. Barker just kicks serious ass on the kit. Guy escapes death on a plane crash and is now back flying on planes. He has more balls than anyone on this Forum. Get yer "BALLS TO THE WALL" Man..... ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM! LOL! I hope Angels And Airwaves announce a North American Tour! Cheers SuperSmasher! I want to ride my skateboard and wear my sweatshirt that says THRASHER! LOL! I'm so glad you like it! That album was very important to me as a teenager. I do my friend! I also discovered +44! I dig it too!! I love +44 too! SWEET!

Govan is great. I really dig Tosin Abasi. Cool, fresh sound, great rhythmic approach, impressive musical vocabulary.

Guthrie appears to be very down to earth too, so great player and potentially good person. These things can often be mutually exclusive. lol

When you get to go to a Christmas Party at the Air and Space Museum Udvar-Hazy Annex, and they just happen to have the Space Shuttle Discovery on display. The camera seems to have stretched me out a bit, but not too bad. :lol:

Here is a photo of our Lorraine, with her beautiful smile!