Friday, September 25, 2009

Nu-Metal...What Went Wrong

This post was going to start off as something else end with a linked in video but grew into something else.

Nu-metal or rap-matel gets a bad rap, no pun intended. "Good" nu-metal honestly wasn't that bad. I'm talking Korn's first album, SOAD (I guess), early Mudvayne (not fan but respect it), Snot....well...there wasn't that much "good" nu-metal. Still, it had promise. That is, until something happened.

What was that something you ask? Or not b/c 99% of you have no interest in this subject. Well, I'll tell you anyway. That something was the song "I'm on the Outside" by Staind. Let me give you a little background on Staind. One day several years back, my buddy Greg Kendall called me and said "You gotta check out this song "Mudshovel" by this new band "Staind" and I did. And it rocked. Quite. Based on the strength of that song, I bought the album. Mistake, the rest of the album did not rock. It tried but failed. A year or so later, Mr Aaron Lewis from Staind did a live song called "I'm on the Outside" as a duet with a certain Mr. Fred Durst from Limp Bisquick. Slow, sensitve, catchy...everyone loved it, much like a Cyndi Lauper song except her songs were a bit faster paced. This song made Staind a lot of money and F#ck Durst even more money. All of a sudden, all these so called tortured, hard-core nu-metal bands saw where the money was at and went emo. Slipknot went on to release a whole album of "Wait and Bleed" clones (Iowa) that sucked and then the lead singer did a solo project (Stone Sour) that was just this side of maple syrup. Staind quickly pounced on the formula and added a studio version of their break through "I'm on the Outside" on their next album along with an equally accesible "It's Been Awhile". Mudvayne is still on the radio but there original sound is all but gone.

What brought this about you might ask if you're still reading. Good question. I was on my way home from a hockey game tonight and the Staind's Mudshovel song came on the radio. 10 or so years and that song still rocks. I will never not like that song and I couldn't help but still feel disappointed about what that all metamorphisized (yeah sp!) into.

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

Roadies...can we really call them that?

Today I showed up for yet another "mountain bike" race in Anchorage (Up and Over Challenge, Campbell Air Strip to Indian), only to find that almost all of the other participants were what we refer to as "roadies", bikers who compete in the expert class road bike races, but come out for a lot of the mountain bike races as well. You can always tell a roadie by their expensive carbon mountain bikes (which wouldn't last a week under my guidance), gaudy spandex uniforms, and anemic physiques...except for the tree-trunk legs of course. Further proof is provided once the race starts and the first techinical trail feature is encountered. A "roadie" will appear surprised by this sudden obstacle and usually fall right over, thus causing everyone behind them to dismount, gracefully or not so much.

Back to the race. I got out of the car at the trailhead this morning, took a look around and knew what the score was. I looked over at Julie and yelled "Last place! High Five!!" It turns out there were a few other mountain bikers in disguise so I finished like 11 out of 15 or something with a very respectable time of 2:27. I never did see those roadies again after the first 1.35 minutes of the race but whatever. It was a beautiful day and I had a (mostly) nice ride. The climb from Bivouac to Glen Alps (2000 ft) was a bit rough but after that it was pretty sweet.

The BikeMonkee shows some skin on Powerline Pass trail.

As for the title of the post, my question is this, how many more times do I have to have my ass handed to me in these races before accepting the fact that these "roadies" are in fact just really freakin' good bikers, mountain bike, road bike, it doesn't matter? Still, I'd love to see how they fare on a course that is even remotely technical. Unfortunately, there really aren't any technical trails in Anchorage, not like in UT or CO. Speaking of UT and CO, one more month before the trip to Moab and Fruita. Can't wait!

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