diamond dave

"Is this The Darkness", asked Jussi as I drove him to the airport. "No bro, this is the original cock rock. That was only 3 years ago, so I guess this proves DLR's music stands the test of time.
As I sit here at work listening to the "Skyscraper" album on my headphones, it takes me to another place. It's a place that that nobody can follow me to and nobody can really understand (especially those across the office who get the occasional blast of air guitar!) Listening to it cements a moment in time for me. It represents all my muso aspirations when I was in the full flush of youth. Its also the closest thing to a musical wet dream I've ever had. Steve Vai's un-copyable guitar work on both albums used to have me creaming in my pants. Today, it still does.
Being only 18 in 1991, I could only dream of the great gigs, girls, parties and the platinum albums. I was only a moderate guitar player then and I wished my fingers would move faster to follow the searing passages of Ladies Nite in Buffalo or Big Trouble. I only ever saw one guitar player in Somerset ever pull this off, note perfect. His name was James something, and he dropped it into the solo section of White Room by Cream. To say I cacked myself was an understatement. I was amazed, then jealous, then fucking angry that I couldn't do the same. The rest of James' musical feel was fairly shallow - all technique and no phrasing, so I decided I'd hate the guy. I felt better.

Get this:
Dear Sammy Hagar: Thanks, I always wondered what chicken-shit, horse-shit and bullshit would smell like if it was all mixed together in one rambling sentence. Now I know.
Dear Sammy Hagar: Shut it, before I jack-hammer your head into the concrete pavement and plant pretty plastic flowers in your ass, you brain-fried gimpzoid spazboy.
Dear Sammy Hagar: Do everyone misfortunate enough to know you a favor become a suicide bomber, you Riverdancing Shirley Temple impersonator.
I'm in the office, I'm crying and my face hurts from laughing