Ozone Alert Baby

Gawd, it's fucking hot. I'm sitting here with a fan on my face, three beers in. In all my drinking days, I've never understood the angry drunk. "Maybe just maybe..." I thought, "maybe I'll get some insight into that person tonight." I'm only slightly buzzed right now, and maybe it's the happy hops talking... but so far so good on tonight's edition of Get the Led Out.

I must admit I was peeved when damn Seaver started the segment with a caller again. (In fact, I don't think he's ever started it without a caller.) It began really lame of course, with a "Hey, who's this?" (what a genius), with simply "Jim" as a response. Great... this is gonna suck, I tought. But the thing is... it turned out I really like this Jim character. Seaver asked him if he was working. Nope, just hanging and listening. Jim isn't much for small talk. He's been waiting to Get the Led Out all day, and he's not going to put it off any longer. Jim gets right to the point. Jim wants to ROCK.

Seaver responds to Jim's serious demeanor and tries to be an idiot radio personality. "Sounds like you're making lamp shades out of human flesh." Fucking hilarious, you jerk. No response from Jim... he was having none of that. Jim knows the song he wants to hear. Wearing and Tearing. From Coda. As much as Jim wants to rock RIGHT NOW, he threw out the LP title just in case anyone listening needed some education in rocking. (Or more likely, he probably suspects Seaver has no idea what Zeppelin song is on what Zeppelin record.) I'm a defender of Coda, and Wearing and Tearing is a little-heard gem... a deep cut, if you will. Rock on, Jim!

The tune comes to an end, and... hey now. What is this? A bumper stating that we're Getting the Led Out with The Loop? Sweet. I wish I would have been ready for what came next, because my ass was not prepared for the kicking it received at the opening riff of Good Times Bad Times. I'm too young to have experienced Zeppelin the first time around, but I like to try to imagine myself dropping the needle on LZ I back in '68....

[daydream] With all that hippie horseshit in full swing, I'm just sick to my stomach from the peace and love (and trust funds). I'm over at my buddy's house, and his older brother invites me into his hazy room to turn me onto some "real rock". DAMN... that opening riff. OUCH. It's like I'm being repeatedly hit in the gut. I have to sit down. Fucking yeah... ROCK! JPJ breaks it down on his bass. It doesn't get any better than this, man. The song winds down and my new idol kicks me out because his slutty girlfriend is coming over. Oh, how I wanna be that guy. [/daydream]

So then there's another bumper, but I don't know if it referenced Zeppelin because I was in the can breaking the seal. I grabbed another brew on the way back to the computer, grooving to Four Sticks. A decent choice, but it lacked the raw power of the first two tracks. Not the best way to end it... but tonight I'm not complaining too much. After Carouselambra and a two more of the longer Zeppelin tracks last night, this edition of Get the Led Out went by real quick with those short songs. It left me wanting more. And that's not a bad thing.

After Seaver's effort to Get the Led Out (only a minute late tonight), he followed up with the Crüe's Wild Side, then straight to that awful horrible stupid lame Superman song*. You know, the one that sounds like Candlebox. Remember Candlebox? What a piece of shit that band was. They should be ashamed of themselves. Fuck you Candlebox, for this shit you inspired. And fuck you WLUP for playing it. Assholes.

OK... so now I understand the angry drunk.

*(I just googled it... it's Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down.)