It's a snowy Sunday--be careful out there!--so my commuting note is a look back at Van Halen's triumphant reunion show this past October in Philadelphia.
Dudes and dudettes, I cannot tell a lie: it was fucking awesome. Eddie really is the man, a bona fide mega rock star, a dude bigger than you and me, a man who can write a deceptively tasty hook, a stone cold shredder (but not wanker) and a suprisingly spry 50something who still does those really awesome split leg jump things (see: left; dig the pants!) that are a lot harder to do than you'd think--trust me, I've tried. ok, fine: I am gay for Eddie.
Van Freaking Hagar, Gary FuckMe Cherone and all Eddie's tipple tantrums were forgotten the moment VH hit the stage. Yes, his kid is chunky and doesn't dry hump a novelty Jack Daniels bass a la Michael Anthony and yes, Dave has morphed from SoCalJewLionStud to a charming-ish sorta ickypervy Jew uncle and good gravy, 150 is a lotta moolah for a show..but yknow what? I DID NOT GIVE A SHIT! They seemed to mean it and I really meant it and it was good.
Soooooooooo, in honor of the rock event of the year (decade? century?), I am posting a true VH gem: Little Guitars. Besides reviving my, um, admiration for Eddie, the show was a reminder that back in the day, the Halen brought the goods: melodies, crunch, groove and full on rock awesome. And that awesome doesn't get much awesomer than Little Guitars. Trust me.
Speaking of trusting me (and Harry), a note about the songs we post. It may be presumptuous to ask you to download our fave stuff, but...fuck it! Trust us! We listen to tasty shit, for real! Just bury our tracks on your ipod or mpwhathaveyou and let 'em come up one day as a surprise and trust me you will be a happy pappy because our posts will fucking rock.
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