"The Kid With The Replaceable Head," Richard Hell & The Voidoids (w/Robert Quine)

"He used to beat himself up 'til he was sick and confused/and tired and frothin' and crazy and bruised/'Til he'd be too worn out to keep being himself/now he can pick 'em at will from the heads on the shelf."

Comments

[Mr. Milich]

Not a big Warrant fan I take it...

[Glenn Kenny]

They had that one okay song. But now that you bring it up, few things used to piss me off more (relatively speaking, I mean) than these frigging (usually blond) hair bands who'd come out of the gate all cock-rock and what-the-fuck-is-up and then IMMEDIATELY detour to the pussy-ass power ballad to lock in the boob-flashing demographic. Bullshit then, bullshit when recollected in tranquility. At least bands like Purple and Grand Funk had the integrity to go pretentious when they went slow.

[Mr. Milich]

Someone I once knew abided by the philosophy that even the worst band had one good song...

[Tom Block]

He never heard the Doobie Brothers.

[jbryant]

I'm glad the Doobie Brothers existed for at least two reasons:

1) Millie playing and singing "Jesus is Just All Right with Me" in FREAKS AND GEEKS.

2) Mark Wahlberg inexplicably singing a few lines of "Black Water" to prove to the holed-up residents of a house that he and his fellow survivors are just regular folks and not to be feared. Understandably, this doesn't work.

[AeC]

R.I.P. Robert. I can't believe it's been over seven years since I told a friend over drinks that I'd heard he killed himself and we subsequently rhapsodized about THE BLUE MASK and BLANK GENERATION.