Them Crooked Vultures - s/t on RCA

My Father has never supported my efforts as a musician. Even when I got my first drum set at 10, I can remember my Dad telling me I needed to play more sports. So I did what he said, and spent that whole year and several after it playing football, basketball, volleyball, soccor and running track/cross country. I never stopped playing drums though. Soon I picked up guitar too. My Dad still discouraged it, saying I'd never make it as a legitimate musician. Maybe that's true, but it's the only thing I really care about doing. Writing is fun and fulfilling in a similar way, but with all this Columbia bullshit going on right now I don't feel a huge urge to do it every day like I used to. My Dad has never backed anything I've done that he didn't do first. He came to all my cross country meets but has never seen me so much as strum a string or hit a cymbal on stage. If he did, it was on accident and I'm sure he's forgotten it. There is a large generational gap of about 50 years between us, and while that does contribute to our overall problem quite a bit, it does not excuse this man from being a shitty father. He's got 8 kids! You couldn't figure this shit out before I came along? Apparently not, because all of my siblings have expressed their aggravations in one form or another regarding my Dad's ''skills'', or lack thereof, as a father. I've learned to roll with it, as he expresses his hatred of my lifestyle regularly, and I know that my Mom and Sister will always have my back. It'd just be nice to have him on my side, because despite all this I do respect him as a person. He's done some good things for Northeast and is a phenomenal athlete (he probably gloated a bit too much though, naming himself ''the Legend",) and is an intelligent, if completely insane, individual. He was nice enough to allow use of his clinic for shows a while back but I think this was a ploy to get my Mom back, as he had never taken any interest before, and has continued to do so. Scer and Big Willy said it best I guess- parents just don't understand. I don't want to rub it in his face so much, but I would like to prove him wrong. So I will thrash til death. Oh and Kansas City- book my fucking band already!

Here's a good record that some of my heroes made recently. I've read mixed reviews, but if you haven't heard it, it fucking jams. It's fun, it rocks (no one rocks anymore!), the riffs are solid and I can't wait to hear what else they come up with. Apparently they will be recording another record before the end of the year!
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