It's OK, I'm a Chemist

Friday, December 02, 2005

This post has been brought to you by the new album by The Darkness "One Way Ticket to Hell... and Back".

While perusing one of my favourite websites Metafilter I came across a posting about how Scott Stapp (of Creed fame) got the beat down from the members of 311. I have to say that this news brought a smile to my face, especially the part when Scott says: "311, I am ready to fight." Making the logical jump from Creed to the bad music, I started thinking of some of the real stinkers of albums that I have gathering dust on my cd rack.

As much as I like to think I have good taste in music (who would honestly admit to liking bad music?), I have bought my share of bad albums. Sometimes I was young and dumb, other times I was misled by a good single - either way you cut it, I've wasted coin on albums that have barely been removed from their shrink wrap. My shame includes such albums as Alanis' (that's right before she was Alanis Morissette) "Now is the Time". To make matters worse, it was the album after the one with Too Hot. Around the same time I was going through my rap phase where I bought MC Hammer's "Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em" and House of Pain's eponymous albums. But both of those are awesome.

Then grunge came along and my music taste shifted to reflect my new brooding teenage status. All was well until I went to the first EdgeFest music festival in Montreal where after being mooned by the female singer for Les Secretaires Volantes, I was impressed by a rap-rock group called Glueleg. On one of subsequent trips to Futureshop I noticed that Glueleg's album "Clodhopper" was on sale. Like the eager 16 year old that I was, I snatched it up without hesitation. Well, the song Fresh Pigs is a pretty strong example of what was wrong with Glueleg - it was a song about having a one-night stand with a batwoman. Ugh. (I've tried googling for the lyrics but without success, if I find them I'll link to it later this week - trust me it's worth it).

Around the same time as Glueleg's Clodhopper, I purchased... Creed's My Own Prison album. Two words: christian rock.

Anyways, even the best of us have off days. Unfortunately, I have to reminded of my lapses of judgement every time I reach past those bad CDs to reach my Mariah Carey collection.

On a sadder note, I regret to inform everyone that Samuel the clay lizard committed suicide this past Saturday. A knock at my door triggered him to leap from the wall to his immediate doom. We'll always have Paris.