I am a music geek. I might not know the latest hockey stats or what the hell an R.B.I. is, but I do know the names of all the guitar players that have played in Kiss or that Lemmy used to be Jimi Hendrix guitar tech. You know... all the useful knowledge... the stuff that will get me ahead in life.
The "Where's the beef" lady, Mr.T and God to ask him what the fuck he was thinking when he made the bischon friese and the mosquito.
I grew up on bands from the eighties like Guns n' Roses, Motley Crue, Poison, Faster Pussycat... you name it and if they wore makeup and were involved in the depletion of the ozone layer from extensive use of the areosole can, you can garentee that it is in my CD collection. How many people do you know that has the complete Tigertailz catalogue? The Chili Peppers, however, have got to be my favorite band, not only because they can do no wrong and can't write a shitty song, but because they opened my eyes to a whole new world of music. Now my collection goes all over the place. Death From Above 1979, Sly and the Family Stone, Pantera, Jamiroquai, Korn, Led Zeppelin, Parliament, Prodigy, Primus, Charlie Hunter, Jah Wobble, Apocalyptica, Bang Tango, Injected, Rage Against the Machine, Aerosmith, AC/DC and Black Sabbath.
I am a sucker for horror movies. I don't care how shitty I know it's going to be, I'll watch it... and because I'm such a cheap bastard I'll sit through the whole thing not to waste that $5.75.
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Once again, incase you didn't get it before, I am a music nerd... all I read are music bio's. The best ones that I have read are: "The Dirt" (Motley Crue), "Full Moon"(Keith Moon) and "Scare Tissue"(Anthony Keidis).
Mr.T, Jack Daniels and my dad. He is a retired fire fighter. Enough said.