Earache

There are more bad musicians than there is bad music.
Isaac Stern

I’ve come home after a gruelling day working on material with six other comedians for a 6 show extravaganza called ‘Wednesday Nite Live’. We will be performing live sketch show comedy with Stand up and Music. It should be a blast and I’m hoping that it will be packed to the gills with a willing audience who will luv us…

I’ve come home and sat in front of the television with my darling wife watching Andrew Denton (Think Parkinson, except younger with more edge). He’s finished a very sensitive interview with two very brave Australian Olympic cyclists who were mown down by an out of control car in Germany.

He’s now interviewing James Blunt… Seems like a nice guy and he’s seen some nasty shit in Kosovo and the like… Why then can I not stand the fucker’s music? Its not his fault though – he can’t have everybody like what he does and I shouldn’t think he cares since the man has sold 9 million plus albums. What I can’t fathom in this day and age is the fascination with Miserable, powder-pie, wussie music that has the energy of an emphysemic chicken on Mogadon?

Norah Jones, Michael Buble, James Blunt… Dull, safe, government and Christian approved nonsense that sends me to sleep. Granted that we can’t have Pantera every day but these albums are leaving the record stores by the truckload. I don’t get it… My wife likes it but she knows better than to bring the steaming pile of shit in the house… At least with James Blunt, he writes his own shit unlike Michael ‘cabaret fucker’ Buble, who released a whole album of songs and not one of them was written by him… yet some c+nt gave him a record contract. Who’d he fuck to get that deal? Somebody with no ears apparently…