I was watching This Is Spinal Tap the other day on Netflix. As mockumentaries go, this is the grandaddy. Seriously, Nanny Fran, Meathead and Lenny Koznowski all in one place? Sign me up. One of the running gags is that their drummers keep dying: one spontaneously combusts, one chokes on someone else's vomit and one dies in a "bizarre gandening accident." Watching it I started thinking about revolving drummers in general. Like, how does it feel to be Pete Best? He was on Letterman a couple of years ago. How does it feel forty years after your eleventh hour replacement by Ringo Starr that all anyone wants to know about you is how it feels?
Anyway, drummers. Here are a few replacements.
They put the funk in my blue dandelion.
Marky Ramone, The Ramones
I told pi that if I ever started blogging I would probably just post about The Ramones so this one's for you, girlfriend. Oh, and me, too, because I love them. A
Matt Cameron, Soundgarden and Pearl Jam (and Hater and Wellwater Conspiracy)
I love Tim Burton. Really, truly. Spoiler for "Mars Attacks!" follows, be forewarned. His decision to use Slim Whitman as the savior of the world, though, seemed to me to be a gratuitous swipe at probably a perfectly nice guy. That bit was based on "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes," arguably the worst movie ever made. In that movie the savior of the world was some off-key kid who sang this song called "Puberty Love," causing the tomatoes to explode. I sympathized with them the first time I heard it. I could never figure out why Burton just didn't find the kid who sang "Puberty Love." It's not like he was hard to find in the mid-90s being that he grew up to be Matt Cameron. Matt replaced Scott Sundquist who had replaced some guy named Chris Cornell. Later he replaced Jack Irons (remember him?) in Pearl Jam.
So, anyway, welcome to my blog. Comments are open.