Hair's To You...

My wife loves reality shows, the topic almost doesn't matter, it does have to have this criteria.
1. They must compete in something.
2. They must kick someone off once a week.
3. There must be an argument that last about the length of the show.
That's about it, it could be old women knitting, as long as one of them gets kicked off once a week. She would also participate if they held viewer voting for things like "Which contestant is most likely to stab another contestant with a knitting needle? vote now!". She would do it. I have my own guilty pleasures that I'm sure I will write about at some point. But the point of this post is to discuss who was on this particular show. The show was Dancing With The Stars, the special musical guest tonight was Def Leppard. I stated in my first post that I am particular to Hair Bands, I grew up in that time period and hair bands ruled not only my world but the musical world in general. They wrote the sound track of my youth, every kiss I got (which was few and far between) was set with some metal ballad playing in the background, so that's why I was interested in this. I couldn't see how they fit the show. Appearently the only requirement to get on is to sing and have a record of some sort coming out. I was never a huge Def Leppard fan, Pyromania rocked, I had a friend who thought the musical world started and ended with them but they never meant enough to me to actually invest in any of their music. They came on and did the most obvious thing they could do, and played Pour Some Sugar On Me, obviously they're most famous song, a song that I have heard so many times I actually emailed a local radio station that if they played this most annoying song one more time I may become diabetic, have a fit and toss my radio out of the car.It was probably a condition of them getting on the show, but as I watched them perform and saw the dancers perform some kind of latin dance to this decidedly unlatin song, I started to wonder what the members of DL were thinking. I think it was probably something like this "I can't believe we are on here! I can't believe we have to sing this song again! We have really sunk! At least the chicks are hot, I hope there is a payday for this." I could also see Tom Bergeron trying to be hip and talk with them before the show "Hey guys, nice to have you here tonight. I really love that song Pour Some Ramen Noodles On Me, it's one of my favorites! Have a good show." The fact that my wife could even pick up on this vibe as they performed made it even more funny. We picked them apart, I think there should be a reality show about these once famous bands, they compete for the opportunity to play one song live on another reality show. Contests could be things like who can book a gig first, it doesn't matter where, the local bar, a funeral, whatever. This is something I would watch religiously, this show would have so much fighting that they would never get anything accomplished, who stole who's wig, one band hiding anothers makeup, what band has to open, not to mention the internal fighting among the band members from the same band. It has everything a reality show needs, excuse, I'm going to put this together and go pitch it to VH1...

Uhm Hello, is this thing on?

Hi, this is the time I have ever done this so be patient with me. I chose 5 year old dad because I'm pretty sure that is about how I act and I have child not quite that age yet. Any way, my life mainly consists of my son, movies, music (mainly of the 80's hair metal variety) and guitar with some work thrown in between. This first one will be short. I was encouraged to do this by a co-worker, so here you go PJ enjoy :). My worst fear is that I will write this and no one will read it, kinda like being at work, now for the highlight of my day.
My son is three and loves to ride his bicycle, he has been asking for the last week to get mine out, he saw it in the back of our storage building which houses everything from tools to forgotten "projects" and the body of Jimmy Hoffa. I finally pulled it out today, aired up the tires and oiled up the chain and rode. I haven't been on this bike since I bought it about 5 years ago, my wife and I got them as anniversary presents and saw it as a good way to exercise, yeah right. One good dog chasing and my wife was out, I simply lost interest, why ride when I can drive? It quickly went the way of the tread mill and every other piece of exercise equipment we have ever owned. Any way, I pulled it out for him and I think this is the most fun we have had in the last 24 hours. We raced, bump drafted, did tricks and just rode for about and hour and a half. My butt hurts and he went to sleep about 20 seconds after hitting his pillow. As Ice Cube would say, today was a good day.