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it's no secret that i adore queens of the stone age. and yeah, it was prolly for the best to see bassist nick oliveri pack up his coke and leave (see also: kicked dragging and screaming to the fuckin' curb). their new bassist, michael shuman*** (of wires on fire fame) has picked up the slack most recently, filling the gigantic void left upon nick's departure. queens still slays it, but something definitely changed when oliveri left.

in the early days, there was some good shit when nick and josh were paired up together, and scarcely has one seen better back cover art than on the first queens of the stone age record where nick oliveri (sporting a shirt emblazoned with the word "cocaine" on it) and josh homme (wearing a "D.A.R.E. to keep kids off drugs" vintage tee) are situated on either side of a chain link fence. get it? oh, and not to mention that great lil' ufo in the top right hand corner. RANDOM? check it out.

aaaaaanyway, recently, nick's kinda gone off the deep end, and hate to say it, but mondo generator sucks a fat nut. ozz fest, nick? c'mon, man, you gotta know shit ain't goin' too hot when you're giving it all up to sharon.

remember when kids thought creed was cool? i seem to distinctly recall some dudes in eastern washington with baseball caps who definitely wanted to lube up scott stapp's righteous staff. here's nick oliveri (with josh homme and chris goss) giving everyone the real skinny, no holds barred style, straight up on music "today" (which, incidentally isn't much different from that of 5 years ago).



"staind is just brown." fuck yeah, dude, i'm gonna start saying "brown" when something is SHIT, too, so i can be cool like the guys in qotsa:



memo to all the douchebags who think it's "cool" to jump up on stage and throw up the "rock 'n roll horns" while walking around "strutting" their shit in front of the band: YOU'RE IN THE FUCKING WAY. no one paid to see your drunk ass haphazardly fall across the stage in a drunken stupor (unless you happen to be the lead singer of the icarus line). you're not in the band, and you probably never, ever will be. you're killing it, bro, and not in the good way. do everyone a favor, go back to the lawn section, smoke a "doobie" and listen to the music, while enjoying it from where you belong: in the fucking audience. until you're up there headlining, get off the fucking stage.

i'm posting my podcast prolly later tonight or tomorrow... whenever i get around to finishing it. i'm still pretty new at this shit, so it's not going to be of the highest quality, but i can promise some rad bootlegs and cool shit to listen to if you're bored.

in the mean time, i'm gonna go back to eating these really fucking rad chips called "rap snacks." seriously. these are the fucking real deal.

***side note: what the fuck is up with the trend of putting up terrible pictures of people on wikipedia? we're not all photogenic, but jesus christ, doesn't have to be a contest for dorkus of the year. he's not a bad looking dude, but you snap a pic of anyone whose really trying to nail a part on stage, and they aren't gonna look like a contender for the cover of rolling stone.