Guitar Rising

I never quite understood the whole fascination with the Guitar Hero series of games. Sure, it’s an amusing idea and I am sure it’s a complete blast at a party, but playing a real guitar really isn’t too impossible. It just requires lots (and lots and a bit more) of practice to get things down right. As far as the folks who have YouTube videos of their GH accomplishments with the throngs of people jizzing their pants worshipping them, I simply don’t get it. How is quickly tapping buttons impressive? Oooh, you can do Slayer’sRaining Blood” with 100% accuracy on expert… Oooooh! I betcha Kerry King and Jeff Hanneman would let you play on stage with them next time now wouldn’t they? 🙂 You want to really impress me? Play Stevie Ray Vaughan’s rendition of Hendrix’s Little Wing or Voodoo Chile (Slight Return) in front of me using the real thing.

Anyway, when I saw an ad for Guitar Rising, you can bet your ass that this game really piqued my interest. To me, this is what Guitar Hero should have been in the first place… A chance to learn and to play your favorite songs with the help of visual cues and your PC (or game console). I (and my black ESP) am definitely looking forward to this when it comes out!

It can’t get here soon enough in my opinion!

Found via Gizmodo

The art of the smooch

Did a few updates here to the grandiose blog of mine.

As you can see to the right, my Twitter status is now being displayed. If you do not know what Twitter is, it is a pretty neat little service where you can instantly update what you are doing at any time of the day via the web, your cell phone or some of the popular instant messengers around. If you happen to subscribe to the service, feel free to add me as a buddy there. I have also enabled the fantablous gravatars in the comments area. So, if you happen to use that nifty service, you will see your gravatar right next to your name anytime you leave your comment so long as you use the same email address. Speaking of which, I also enabled registrations so feel free to register there is you are so inclined.

Anyway, enough of that funky stuff.

I was browsing the intarwebs the other day and happened to come across this doozy, How to Kiss Someone Passionately. While it has to be one of the most hilarious tutorials I have seen on the net, I would have to admit that there is some really good information to be found there if you happen to know someone who is impaired in the arts of the smooch. I know if this was out back when I was fooling around with a few people in my younger years, it would have made make-out sessions a lot more pleasurable.

Lapsang Souchong is some agonizing stuff

I’m sure some of you know that I’m a huge fan of PBS and the programming on it, especially some of the cooking shows on them. One in particular is a huge favorite of the mine and the chickie’s which we try to watch every weekend (both shows) if possible. This weekend, we learned that the main host of the program, Cristopher Kimball, enjoys a particular variety of black tea known as Lapsang Souchong. Of course since Mr. Kimball enjoyed the stuff, I figured I would absolutely revel in it’s black tea goodness right?

So that evening we went shopping at the local Wegman’s to get some fruits and on top of noticing how much cheaper food is there when compared to our local mega mart, I ran by the tea isle and noticed that Twinings makes a version of that particular tea. So I picked it up on top of some of that nifty pomegranate juice I’ve been hearing so much about lately. We make it back home and try out the pomegranate juice and I’d have to admit that it’s some pretty tasty stuff, though after looking at the nutrition label I won’t be having much more of that anytime soon. Can you believe that it has (if I recall correctly) a whopping 46 grams of sugar per serving and it’s a TWO serving bottle? Hell, there’s less in the Snapple I weaned myself off than what’s in that bottle. No thanks, I’ll just stick to buying the fruit from now on to get my poppy red goodness.

Anyway, about an hour ago while enjoying the hilarious antics of Mike Rowe and some sea snakes on Dirty Jobs, I figured I’d give that tea a shot. Now, I immediately knew I was in trouble when I removed the plastic wrap on the box of tea because it literally smelled like a burnt out camp fire. I opened the box and that smell hit me like a ton of bricks, so much so that my stomach started doing some weird tumbling thing. Anyway, I bought it so had to at least taste it once right? I nuked the water, popped in the tea bag and let that bitch brew for a good three minutes. I proceeded to taste it and let me tell you, I now know what smoke would taste like if it were in a liquid form. That stuff was revolting! I foolishly attempted to muscle down another swig of the stuff and I tossed the remains down the drain.

Oddly enough, my roomie digs the stuff…

I’m putting that bad boy up there with raw sea urchin as some of the “acquired taste” foods that I need to acclimate myself with in the very very distant future.

At least this lovely merlot I am drinking now is getting that awful smoke taste out of my mouth.

They’re smoking some good crack over at Q

On my way home from work today, I was listening to the radio and it turns out Q Magazine put out their list of the greatest one hundred singers of all time. I’m left wondering who the hell picked these people because most of them don’t even deserve to be on a list of the top give hundred in my opinion. Rounding the top ten are:

  1. Elvis Presley
  2. Aretha Franklin
  3. Frank Sinatra
  4. Otis Redding
  5. John Lennon
  6. Marvin Gaye
  7. Kurt Cobain
  8. Robert Plant
  9. Mick Jagger
  10. Jeff Buckley

Now you’ve got to be freaggin’ kidding me, Elvis Presley??! Kurt Cobain?! FUCKING Mick Jagger?!!! What is this, a popularity contest?

Elvis was a horrendous singer, although he was a terrific entertainer. I mean you still have a buncha yokels who worship the ground that man walks on and are convinced he’s still alive somewhere and collecting food stamps to feed his fat ass. John Lennon was an amazing song writer, though as a singer… Ummm no. Kurt Cobain had an interesting singing voice, though comparing him to Aretha or Marvin is completely apples and oranges. I’ll put him towards the bottom of the one hundred… Hell, Thom Yorke or Chris Cornell completely pwn Kurt’s singing abilities beyond a question of a doubt. So who is the asshat who put Jagger in that list?? He’s a great showman and one of the most entertaining front men of all time, but singer? A dead parrot sounds better than him… As far as Robert Plant? I’m on the border with him. I mean he could scream a good game, but singer? Meh. I’ll give that one to ya.

I will most definitely agree with Sinatra, Franklin, Redding and Gaye, though where’s Whitney Houston? Sure, she likes taking a hit from Mr. Brown and the crack pipe in one fell swoop, but she had one amazing singing voice. What happened to AL GREEN? Where’s Freddie Murcury? Stevie Wonder? Ella? Heck, Fiona Apple’s better than half that list up there. While I am in no way an R&B fan, where’s Mary J. Blige? She’s got a rather nice singing voice and can belt out a good tune or two. Where’s Nina Simone or Etta James? Even though I loathe her with a passion, but I’m very surprised Celine Dion’s not on the top ten. Sheesh… Heck, if I had my choice I’d even throw in Natalie Merchant or even the lead singer of Skid Row, Sebastian Bach. Yeah, you might scoff at me, but I’ve seen that guy up close and personal in a couple of Broadway shows and that boy can muddafreaggin’ sing his ass off.

So what’s your take on these folks listed as the best ten singers of all time?