I Remember MTV

Did you know that if you wake up early enough (or stay up late enough) you can actually see music videos on VH1? I know it sounds simply archaic! I mean who actually remembers that the VH of VH1 once meant Video Hits and the M in MTV was for Music? I think it's safe to say that M now stands for Mindless and VH - this one is quite a bit harder - really means Videos Have been replaced by anything reality based. Strange Love? Come on now ...

And is it just me, or is anyone else happy to see that Vince Neil has made a comeback? Sure, he's not as pretty as he once was when Motley Crue was in full swing, but I just saw his remake show the other day, and despite the fact that they dyed his hair some odd shade of brown, he's looking quite well for a guy his age, sans really tight spandex of course. Red, White & Crue baby!

Listen to me though, I'm watching the Mr. Brightside video by The Killers off the album Hot Fuss, and I can't decide if I actually like the song or am biased because I find the lead singer incredibly attractive with his puppy dog eyes and lack of an upper lip. And isn't that Julia's older brother Eric Roberts in the video? Any video with him in it gets my vote, as I find him oddly appealing.

But seriously, I never was a big Crue fan. Back in high school I was all about extolling my anger on the world with Pink Floyd blaring out of my bedroom. Welcome to the Machine was so my song. To this day it still reminds me of a man named Corky who attempted to date my Mother and got a healthy dose of teenage angst leveled against him. Though truth be told, I believe I won that battle ... He was never heard from again and I'm sure my Mother wasn't too devastated by the whole affair until the Nymo bill came. Which reminds me, I heard a cover of Another Brick the other day and it was absolute shit. And like my friend Mike said the other day when this came up in conversation, newer bands shouldn't even attempt covers of classics, as they always end badly.

Honestly though the absolute truth of the matter is when it comes to music, I can listen to just about anything at anytime. Hell I was a music nerd in high school. I sat second chair, first row flute. I played the piano ... Somewhat badly. I could/can play Stairway to Heaven on the guitar. I hung out with the drummers and held the symbols while walking backwards for Jon S. in a Memorial Day Parade. I hung out in the practice rooms during lunch. I was in the drama club. I sang in chorus. I also sang in jazz ensemble and girls ensemble and once sang in a Price Chopper for Christmas. I went to NYSMA competitions. I didn't need to plug my ears while singing to see if I was in tune or not ... Cough, cough Dawn S. I had solos. I sang in front of the school and wasn't embarrassed.

And last but not least, I was and I shouldn't be admitting this, the drum major of the marching band my Senior year. And though they couldn't see me (5'0" tall) there was no doubt they could hear me and my whistle. How I managed to retain my coolness still escapes me ...