Well, Jeff Buckley was the first one I thought of as I actually met him, and then Kurt Cobain, and Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix, er, Keith Moon, and John Bonham... but we're missing somehow John Winston Lennon, although he's in a different class (murdered), but how can you miss the dead Beatle guys, shame on you, and then there's Marvin Gaye, and Sam Cooke, Nat King Cole, oh yeah, and Robert Johnson, they are all worthy of mention... and Ian Dury... and Jeff's dad, Tim, and Eva Cassidy, oh the humanity... and you gotta mention Bill Hicks too, although he's a comedian, not a musician. Oh, and the original guitarist of the Gin Blossoms, you know, the only talented member of the band, the one who could actually write good songs?
Unfortunately we cannot include every member of every boy band or lame girl group, or little marketing packge band, Steps, S Club 7, N-Sync, Westlife, Five, yeah we know who they are... why can't those fuckers die and leave us Jeff and Eva to duet in a world free of crap music.
How about a little bit of direct action musical critiscm. Hey, Emenem, ma-nah-nah-nah (dooh-dooh-do-do-do), what ever your name is, guarantee yourself immortality... DIE. It worked for Tu-pac and Biggie, and they were SHIT too. God, I hated that cover of 'Every breath you take' maudline misappropriation of a decent song to mourn a half-assed rapper... well, a big assed rapper I suppose would be more accurate.
Is it me or is 83.6% of modern MOBO utter SHIT? Come back come back the Sugarhill Gang, oh Grandmaster Flash, save us in our hour of need, uh-hu-hu. God even Prince in his good times is vastly prefferable to the Fugees, if that guy says 'One time' ONE MORE TIME, I'm gonna buy me a sniper rifle...
And don't worry, this is equal opportunities bad-mouthing... Marylin Manson, you little butt-wipe, you think you're BAD? Hah. You're a side project of Trent Reznor, accept you are mostly shite, although I do like some of your songs your image is so, god, I don't know, a re-tread of Ozzie and Iggy, with none of the class and freshness. Old old old. Get a day job before the sad, disaffected teenagers of the world wake up and burn your CD's.
And whatabout oh, they are so bad I can't remember their NAMES, like Counting Crows, but with a black singer, had an album called Fairweather Johnson that sold like 'I have an STD' T-shirts. Oh my god, they were so, mediocore.
And Stevie Ray Vaughn and Elvis are vastly over-rated.
As far as Elvis goes, sorry, I subscribe to Bill Hicks on this one... rock stars should die like real stars die... with a big bang. Let's face it, if someone had crept up behind Elvis in 1960 and blown his brains out he would be far greater, his reputation would not have to overcome the odium of all those damn film, and Vegas, and the all-in-one suits, and dying of a cholesterol overdose whilst sat on the toilet with the 'last scrap of kingly produce floating beneath him'... that's not rock'n'roll, no way. He should of died with dignity.
As for Stevie, ah, I had this ex-gf who LOVED Stevie, but I just didn't get it, whenever I hear him I want to hear Hendrix instead as he just gets on my tits with his (thankfully) unique brand of long-winded intermnable red-neck swamp boogie. Ugh.
I also think that honesty in band names should be enforced by law. Dire Straits, YES, apt, honest, direct... Simple Minds? You BET your ass they are... U2... nah, howsabout YOU TWATS, far better... great songs (well, a dozen good songs in how many years?), but what a bunch of jerks...
I could go on, but I have work to do...
Keep on rocking in the free world...