Sunday Bloody Sunday
Been a weekend of busy, not a whole lot of time for listening to music. Yeah, you got a late-night piece (let’s not call it a review, right?) about an old radiohead record, but that’s been it. Really should just hunker down and write up several albums in advance, post them days out so that when times like this hit, you won’t miss us. I know how you need that sweet, sweet KMA in your Reader.
Alas, the only things I have to offer you today are random, unconnected bits:
1) for the first time ever, I heard Iron Maiden on the local (named after an animal, of course) rawk radio station. I’m no great radio listener. I prefer controlling what gets played in my car. I’m sure they’ve played them before and I just wasn’t there for it. But, for whatever reason, the radio was on and there they were. Run To The Hills.
And my brain went in several directions, including the thrill I always get when I hear this band, and the wonder that it is February of 2014 and this is the first time I’ve ever heard them on corporate rawk radio. It’s akin to the time I was driving our moving van to Montreal in the fall of 1999, and somewhere outside of Kingston I picked up Tool’s Sober on the radio. It’s so unexpected, in a playlist of BTO and Trooper and April Wine and Nickelcrap. So very refreshing.
But it’s all downhill from the Hills from here…
2) there has been much talk about KISS’ refusal to play at their own Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame induction. I can only shake my head. These people really are way past old enough to know better, and they can’t even get their shit together long enough to briefly do what they’ve been doing their entire careers, in a place that is only trying to recognize them for having done it. It’s weak. Yes, the RaRHoF is dumb, a joke. We all know this. So they won’t play. UNLESS…
Maybe they’re doing this to drum up interest. Maybe they’ll make it seem like they’ve suddenly found it in themselves to “make up” (get it?) or at least 11th hour make it seem like they’ve swallowed their differences and play anyway. It could be the plan all along. Don’t forget, these guys are the masters of promotion. Panic people that it won’t be happening, and then seem like heroes when (gasp!) it happens anyway… It could just be part of the show.
But know this: I don’t care, one way or the other. I really don’t. And surely there are those out there who know way more than I do about the situation and will tell me no way, it’s not happening. The issues are real. I still won’t really care. But if it is true that they won’t play at their own party where they’re the guests of honour, I call weak-ass lame on all of them. Suck it up, guys, and just do what you do.
3) Justin Bieber threw eggs at his neighbour’s house. It has come to this. This is news. It’s time for a break, people. If we don’t pay attention to these people, they might just go away.
And now, for the first time ever (I’m sure) in KMA history, I have just uttered the names Nickelcrap and Justin Bieber in the same post. I’m going to stop now before the Universe implodes.