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Last night, I was sitting on the couch, minding my own fucking business, I was
watching Metal
Mania on VH1.
Metal Mania, Cleo.
I think my dog is sleeping with its eyes open.
Oh no, she just moved her eyebrows.
Dude, where the fuck did you just go?
Huh?
Cleo, whatever you're thinking about, it's going to be okay.
All right?
Anyways, you know what's weird?
When my dog sees a squirrel through a window, it cries.
Like it's a long lost buddy.
But if my dog is outside and there's a squirrel, you know, if there's no window
between my dog and the squirrel, it will try and rip its fucking head off.
So I don't, does anybody know anything about dogs?
What is it crying about?
Is it crying like, oh, oh, I want to rip its head off?
Oh, I wish I could just end that thing's fucking life.
You don't make any sense to me.
Anyway, so I'm watching fucking Metal Mania.
Alliteration.
This has got to be a hit show, right?
So I'm watching this shit and at the risk of pissing off a lot of listeners, I
think most metal slash hair metal, it arguably is the worst fucking music ever
made.
Worse than disco.
I don't know why disco gets such a bad rap.
Like disco is the default example of bad music the way Hitler is the default
example of evil.
Dude, he's the next Hitler.
It's always the next fucking Hitler.
Never pull pot.
You know, never fucking, I don't know.
Pick another.
I don't even know another one.
You know, Ivan the Terrible.
Was that a wrestler?
Or was that a comic strip?
I don't know.
Horrible Hagger.
I don't fucking know.
Right?
See, I don't even have any other examples.
Whose fault is that, Bill?
There's a library right down the street.
Oh, go fuck yourself.
You know what I'm saying.
Everybody always talks about disco and how bad disco was and it just needed to
be a change, man.
Right?
And like, then they'll talk about like the police and all this new wave shit
and the punk scene and all that.
But what they completely fucking ignore is that right after disco, just
immediately the mainstream then went over to like this fucking heavy metal
music.
Like that was better than disco.
I think it's fucking worse.
And I think all these times where they keep saying that everybody, there was a
big change and that this quality music came out.
I don't know if that happens.
I think it just, you know, you know, Nirvana comes around and then what?
Four years later, everybody's listening to fucking O-Town or the mainstreamers.
It's just this long, tragic, just flat line of shit music.
I was watching this shit last night, shit that I used to like, and my jaw was
on the ground how fucking bad it was.
It was horrible.
I actually, I was so bad.
I was like texting paragraphs to the sensation, Joe DeRosa, Capitol Records,
the guy who built Capitol Records, Joe DeRosa.
I'll actually, I'll get a little intimate here with you.
I'll read you the text message.
I fucking wrote Joe.
Oh, Joe, where the hell are we?
Where the hell are we?
Joe, hair slash heavy metal is the worst music ever made.
Disco gets a bad rap.
Watching Metal Mania on VH1.
Guns N' Roses, Queensryche, Wasp, Quiet Riot, David Lee Roth's solo shit.
It's fucking god awful.
Yeah, I saw David Lee Roth on his Eat Him and Smile tour.
And I saw that video last night.
Going crazy from the heat.
That sounds like a song Wahlberg's character would have written with John C. Reilly
and Boogie Nights.
Remember that?
He will rock you and he will roll you.
Like it was, it was that bad.
Teenage Frankenstein.
I'm a teenage Frankenstein.
You're telling me that that song is better than More Than a Woman?
More than a woman.
More than a woman to me.
You know, I think arguably it's, I don't know.
I can't believe the shit that I used to watch.
And like, I used to listen to this shit around chicks.
You know, just hopelessly thinking that this would get me laid.
Like they would think that I was some badass, like loner.
Bang your head.
I mean, the whole fucking, the fact that I never got laid in high school.
It just fucking, it went away right in that moment.
It was like, this is what I was going to do.
I wasn't going to try to make him laugh.
I wasn't going to hit on him.
I wasn't going to try to jab him.
I was just going to play this music around him.
And this was going to bring me to the fucking promised land.
Looking like a fucking teenage Ron Howard.
That was my game plan.
Is it any wonder I failed?
Jesus Christ.
And I remember I would be watching it on a big square TV.
Just watch it.
Lay it down.
Lay it down.
This fucking horrific fucking music.
And my dad would come in and just have his face would just be all twisted up
going,
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck are you listening to?
You like this shit?
And I thought I was a rebel.
He doesn't understand, man.
You know what?
He totally understood.
My dad called it back in 83.
Called it jungle music.
Said it's a bunch of shit.
He told me straight up.
Came in and he was like, son, this music you're listening to is fucking
horrible.
And there was all this shout at the devil.
Is anybody really going to sit there and defend that fucking song?
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do,
do, do, do, do.
You couldn't fucking, you could fucking, a five-year-old could write that on a
xylophone.
Shout at the devil.
Never knew why we were shouting.
You know?
Blackie Lawless.
Blackie Lawless.
That was his show name.
And he took a radial arm saw and he cut the blade in half and put one hat, one
blade on one of his forearms and one on the other on these leather.
I'm going to do a bunch of dishes in an evil way, gloves.
And we all thought he was crazy.
Dude, can you imagine if he gave you a forearm shiver?
It was just, and he used to throw fucking raw meat to the crowd.
A couple of them did that.
That's why that Lady Gaga covering her clam and that fucking pastrami, it's
just been done.
You know, comes out and that fucking egg from Mork.
I don't know.
I've seen the nasally whore act my whole fucking life.
You know?
Those fucking chicks with the big noses, they can, you know, that's like white
people's answer to the big black girl who can sing in church.
The chick we bring to that fight is the white chick with the big nose.
White chicks with big noses can sing.
I don't know what it is.
Barbara Streisand, it's a riot to sing.
Right?
I don't know.
It's like their nose is like that dome at the top of all those concert halls.
There you go, Bill.
Try to spit it out, you dumb fuck.
But I want some emails, people.
I want people to try to tell me how round and round, love will find a way, just
give it time.
Tell me the musical validity that that has over, like, disco.
That all those people probably at Comiskey Park, when they blew up those disco
records, like, fucking five, six years later, that's what they were listening
to.
Nobody's fool, nobody's fool, nobody's fool, I'm no fool.
That was a hit.
That was a hit in the 80s.
Wow.
Do I owe my dad an apology?
I just, I was sitting there just one video after a Queensryche.
I mean, all this stuff that I thought was just fucking unbelievable.
You know what?
I'm going to get emails this week.
It's like, I don't know what it's going to be.
It's going to be, like, people are either going to be like, yes, absolutely.
This is going to be, there's going to be no middle ground.
People are going to 100% agree with me, or I'm going to get punched in the face
by Eddie Trunk.
I just, I was taken aback.
I mean, I haven't seen those videos in fucking forever.
Occasionally, I'll go back and I'll look at some old videos.
But I mean, a lot of it was like ACDC, like shit that can like, you know, I
mean, Back in Black is timeless.
There's some timeless shit in there.
You know, I even watched that Guns N' Roses, Sweet Child of Mine, and I thought,
I thought it was horrible.
Whoa, whoa, sweet child of mine.
And that little fucking shim sham dance he was doing, it just was, oh, and then
the emotion he tried to have in the end.
Right, and then he kind of closed his eyes like,
ah, I really went somewhere.
It was just fucking horrible.
You know, I was right there.
I helped hold it up.
Oh, Def Leppard, pour some sugar on me.
I hated that when that fucking came out.
And all the ladies liked it, and he came out in his acid-washed jeans.
I actually saw him on that tour.
Didn't I? Yeah, Reynolds Coliseum.
And Tesla opened up.
Tesla, which I didn't think they were that bad.
They weren't that bad.
I don't know.
I thought you're supposed to go back and listen to the fucking music of your
youth
being like, wow, that stuff was awesome, man.
Remember that?
And then, you know, that was the first time I tried blow, you know, reminiscent.
Actually, first time I ever saw cocaine, saw it and saw it being done,
was at the Providence Civic Center.
I saw ACDC on the Who Made Who tour with Loudness,
the Japanese heavy metal band that couldn't speak any English yet sang in
English.
I just can't imagine the disconnect.
I can't imagine, like, memorizing a bunch of Japanese and going over there and
just singing it
and then not knowing what the fuck I was saying.
Going out there,
and everybody going nuts and just being there like,
I have no idea what I just said.
T-shirts are 20 bucks?
Did I just say that or did I say, are you ready to rock?
I have no fucking idea.
Anyways, so I saw them.
They opened up.
And anyways, we're out in the parking lot and we're drinking beers thinking we're
crazy.
Driving, of course, because it's the 80s.
This is right around before, right before MAD kicked in.
They used to bring, like, wreckage from a fatal drunk driving accident.
Did anybody else's high school do that?
They actually brought a car from a fatal drunk driving accident.
And they dragged it onto the lawn of our campus, if you want to call it a
campus,
a little island with a tree.
They just left it there.
And we all just stared at it trying to figure out how many people were in the
car,
how many people died.
And then we just walked away, like, you know, and you're young.
You don't give a fuck.
Ten minutes later, you're talking about, dude, I'm getting fucking wrecked
tonight.
Wrecked.
That was the word.
I'm getting wrecked.
I'm getting destroyed.
Hammond.
Right?
So anyways, we're driving down there.
Beer between your legs, as you do.
It's the 80s, you know?
You fucking lifted weights all that week.
All of it above the waist.
Curls.
Fucking benching.
Shoulders.
Nobody did squats in the 80s.
Nobody did, right?
So you got your fucking tight 501 blues on with your little pencil fucking legs,
and then your overdeveloped upper body, your stupid gold chain,
and you had a beer between your legs.
That's how you did it.
So we're fucking going down.
They were probably on eight apiece.
Fucking hammered.
I was driving this piece of shit, 83 Ford Ranger.
I got like five fucking drunk friends in the back,
which was still not even grounds for getting pulled over.
You could just have people in the back like you were bringing fucking turkeys
off to slaughter.
Nobody gave a shit, right?
So we pull in, and right as I pulled up, and I got a parking spot, there was
this kid.
He had his door open, and he kind of had like a Sammy Hagar meets John Fogarty
haircut, blonde hair.
And I remember he fucking did a line right as I was pulling up, and I
fortunately had my window up,
and he saw me, and he saw we all had ACDC t-shirts on or whatever, and he just
got out of the car and was just like,
It's like a haunted house right up to the fucking window, and I was just trying
to take it all in.
Like, okay, how am I supposed to behave around somebody who's on coke?
Does this guy have, like, you know, Hulk strength right now?
Is he going to tip over the truck?
Anyways, that was the first time I saw a blow.
I don't even know what the point of all that was.
I was just shocked.
Look, I know it wasn't all bad, like the early Metallica, you know, right
through Injustice for All.
I know that that stuff was great.
But I'll tell you, it is slim fucking pickings, my friends.
Slim pickings.
I don't even know what to tell you.
I mean, I even go back sometimes.
I try to listen to Appetite for Destruction, and I know that's this watershed
fucking moment in that music,
but some of those fucking songs.
They're out to get me, so you can suck me.
Take that one to heart.
Kill yourself.
All right.
That ought to get me a lot of fucking criticism.
The 1980s.
The fucking 80s.
Did I nail it, though, by the way?
Everyone had the 501 blues?
Remember that?
Buttonfly, dude.
I washed them three times, and your nuts couldn't breathe.
You know?
And you wonder why you got all these fucking crazy kids that need to be on
drugs now?
Hey, what is worse, hair metal or some of that fucking patriotic country music
post 9-11?
What is worse to you?
What is more cringeworthy?
You know?
Shout at the devil or that Toby Keith, Uncle Sam's going to put a boot in your
ass?
Oh, my God.
Every dime that guy made in that song should have been thrown in his face and
then given to the troops.
Or something else.
Or just...
And then a partial of it would be to incinerate any record that that track was
ever recorded.
The most pandering horseshit you could ever come out with.
Oh, but I didn't piss you guys off too much by fucking trashing all that metal
shit.
You know?
I have half those t-shirts, and I went to go see them.
I was just embarrassed by some of that shit that I used to listen to.
Oh, Jesus.
Right up until I was like 20, 21.
Fucking brutal.
What redeemable thing did I have?
I did listen to the Beatles, the Doors, the Stones, all that white boy shit.
Stevie Ray Vaughan.
I did listen to Hendrix.
I listened to all the big bands, Swing Through My Dad, Shift From The 50s.
I had such a weird musical upbringing anyways, which was actually good because
it was kind of all over the map.
I started hanging out with Patrice back in the day.
Patrice was the one.
Rest His Soul got me the...
I still remember when he got in that same piece of shit truck that I went to
the ACDC concert in.
Seven fucking years later, I'm still driving it, right?
Making the sacrifices.
Remember that?
I told you.
You don't get some fucking job and go out and buy a fucking new car.
You just change yourself to your cubicle.
I always kept my...
I put a new engine in the fucking truck.
Had somebody slap that in there for $1,200, pay that down rather than $12,000
for a new car like it was back then.
So anyways, I still remember swinging by, picking Patrice up and going into Knicks
and he had the cassette tape of Ready to Die and him putting that in, telling
me that this guy was going to be the next guy.
And then through all of that, like he cured me of all the rap that a white kid
liked who lived in a cul-de-sac.
And he showed me all of that shit.
So I had that whole background.
All that stuff fucking held up.
But the fucking metal that I listened to.
I even watched like Lawrence Welk when I was a kid.
One of the creepiest shows ever.
Even that was fucking thrown in there.
It's funny, like fucking almost 40 years later, I'll be walking down the street
and all of a sudden Winchester Cathedral will be going through my head.
Am I really going to sing this?
You could have done something.

Bill Burr - 80's Metal Music

Last night, I was sitting on the couch, minding my own fucking business, I was
watching Metal
Mania on VH1.
Metal Mania, Cleo.
I think my dog is sleeping with its eyes open.
Oh no, she just moved her eyebrows.
Dude, where the fuck did you just go?
Huh?
Cleo, whatever you're thinking about, it's going to be okay.
All right?
Anyways, you know what's weird?
When my dog sees a squirrel through a window, it cries.
Like it's a long lost buddy.
But if my dog is outside and there's a squirrel, you know, if there's no window
between my dog and the squirrel, it will try and rip its fucking head off.
So I don't, does anybody know anything about dogs?
What is it crying about?
Is it crying like, oh, oh, I want to rip its head off?
Oh, I wish I could just end that thing's fucking life.
You don't make any sense to me.
Anyway, so I'm watching fucking Metal Mania.
Alliteration.
This has got to be a hit show, right?
So I'm watching this shit and at the risk of pissing off a lot of listeners, I
think most metal slash hair metal, it arguably is the worst fucking music ever
made.
Worse than disco.
I don't know why disco gets such a bad rap.
Like disco is the default example of bad music the way Hitler is the default
example of evil.
Dude, he's the next Hitler.
It's always the next fucking Hitler.
Never pull pot.
You know, never fucking, I don't know.
Pick another.
I don't even know another one.
You know, Ivan the Terrible.
Was that a wrestler?
Or was that a comic strip?
I don't know.
Horrible Hagger.
I don't fucking know.
Right?
See, I don't even have any other examples.
Whose fault is that, Bill?
There's a library right down the street.
Oh, go fuck yourself.
You know what I'm saying.
Everybody always talks about disco and how bad disco was and it just needed to
be a change, man.
Right?
And like, then they'll talk about like the police and all this new wave shit
and the punk scene and all that.
But what they completely fucking ignore is that right after disco, just
immediately the mainstream then went over to like this fucking heavy metal
music.
Like that was better than disco.
I think it's fucking worse.
And I think all these times where they keep saying that everybody, there was a
big change and that this quality music came out.
I don't know if that happens.
I think it just, you know, you know, Nirvana comes around and then what?
Four years later, everybody's listening to fucking O-Town or the mainstreamers.
It's just this long, tragic, just flat line of shit music.
I was watching this shit last night, shit that I used to like, and my jaw was
on the ground how fucking bad it was.
It was horrible.
I actually, I was so bad.
I was like texting paragraphs to the sensation, Joe DeRosa, Capitol Records,
the guy who built Capitol Records, Joe DeRosa.
I'll actually, I'll get a little intimate here with you.
I'll read you the text message.
I fucking wrote Joe.
Oh, Joe, where the hell are we?
Where the hell are we?
Joe, hair slash heavy metal is the worst music ever made.
Disco gets a bad rap.
Watching Metal Mania on VH1.
Guns N' Roses, Queensryche, Wasp, Quiet Riot, David Lee Roth's solo shit.
It's fucking god awful.
Yeah, I saw David Lee Roth on his Eat Him and Smile tour.
And I saw that video last night.
Going crazy from the heat.
That sounds like a song Wahlberg's character would have written with John C. Reilly
and Boogie Nights.
Remember that?
He will rock you and he will roll you.
Like it was, it was that bad.
Teenage Frankenstein.
I'm a teenage Frankenstein.
You're telling me that that song is better than More Than a Woman?
More than a woman.
More than a woman to me.
You know, I think arguably it's, I don't know.
I can't believe the shit that I used to watch.
And like, I used to listen to this shit around chicks.
You know, just hopelessly thinking that this would get me laid.
Like they would think that I was some badass, like loner.
Bang your head.
I mean, the whole fucking, the fact that I never got laid in high school.
It just fucking, it went away right in that moment.
It was like, this is what I was going to do.
I wasn't going to try to make him laugh.
I wasn't going to hit on him.
I wasn't going to try to jab him.
I was just going to play this music around him.
And this was going to bring me to the fucking promised land.
Looking like a fucking teenage Ron Howard.
That was my game plan.
Is it any wonder I failed?
Jesus Christ.
And I remember I would be watching it on a big square TV.
Just watch it.
Lay it down.
Lay it down.
This fucking horrific fucking music.
And my dad would come in and just have his face would just be all twisted up
going,
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck are you listening to?
You like this shit?
And I thought I was a rebel.
He doesn't understand, man.
You know what?
He totally understood.
My dad called it back in 83.
Called it jungle music.
Said it's a bunch of shit.
He told me straight up.
Came in and he was like, son, this music you're listening to is fucking
horrible.
And there was all this shout at the devil.
Is anybody really going to sit there and defend that fucking song?
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do,
do, do, do, do.
You couldn't fucking, you could fucking, a five-year-old could write that on a
xylophone.
Shout at the devil.
Never knew why we were shouting.
You know?
Blackie Lawless.
Blackie Lawless.
That was his show name.
And he took a radial arm saw and he cut the blade in half and put one hat, one
blade on one of his forearms and one on the other on these leather.
I'm going to do a bunch of dishes in an evil way, gloves.
And we all thought he was crazy.
Dude, can you imagine if he gave you a forearm shiver?
It was just, and he used to throw fucking raw meat to the crowd.
A couple of them did that.
That's why that Lady Gaga covering her clam and that fucking pastrami, it's
just been done.
You know, comes out and that fucking egg from Mork.
I don't know.
I've seen the nasally whore act my whole fucking life.
You know?
Those fucking chicks with the big noses, they can, you know, that's like white
people's answer to the big black girl who can sing in church.
The chick we bring to that fight is the white chick with the big nose.
White chicks with big noses can sing.
I don't know what it is.
Barbara Streisand, it's a riot to sing.
Right?
I don't know.
It's like their nose is like that dome at the top of all those concert halls.
There you go, Bill.
Try to spit it out, you dumb fuck.
But I want some emails, people.
I want people to try to tell me how round and round, love will find a way, just
give it time.
Tell me the musical validity that that has over, like, disco.
That all those people probably at Comiskey Park, when they blew up those disco
records, like, fucking five, six years later, that's what they were listening
to.
Nobody's fool, nobody's fool, nobody's fool, I'm no fool.
That was a hit.
That was a hit in the 80s.
Wow.
Do I owe my dad an apology?
I just, I was sitting there just one video after a Queensryche.
I mean, all this stuff that I thought was just fucking unbelievable.
You know what?
I'm going to get emails this week.
It's like, I don't know what it's going to be.
It's going to be, like, people are either going to be like, yes, absolutely.
This is going to be, there's going to be no middle ground.
People are going to 100% agree with me, or I'm going to get punched in the face
by Eddie Trunk.
I just, I was taken aback.
I mean, I haven't seen those videos in fucking forever.
Occasionally, I'll go back and I'll look at some old videos.
But I mean, a lot of it was like ACDC, like shit that can like, you know, I
mean, Back in Black is timeless.
There's some timeless shit in there.
You know, I even watched that Guns N' Roses, Sweet Child of Mine, and I thought,
I thought it was horrible.
Whoa, whoa, sweet child of mine.
And that little fucking shim sham dance he was doing, it just was, oh, and then
the emotion he tried to have in the end.
Right, and then he kind of closed his eyes like,
ah, I really went somewhere.
It was just fucking horrible.
You know, I was right there.
I helped hold it up.
Oh, Def Leppard, pour some sugar on me.
I hated that when that fucking came out.
And all the ladies liked it, and he came out in his acid-washed jeans.
I actually saw him on that tour.
Didn't I? Yeah, Reynolds Coliseum.
And Tesla opened up.
Tesla, which I didn't think they were that bad.
They weren't that bad.
I don't know.
I thought you're supposed to go back and listen to the fucking music of your
youth
being like, wow, that stuff was awesome, man.
Remember that?
And then, you know, that was the first time I tried blow, you know, reminiscent.
Actually, first time I ever saw cocaine, saw it and saw it being done,
was at the Providence Civic Center.
I saw ACDC on the Who Made Who tour with Loudness,
the Japanese heavy metal band that couldn't speak any English yet sang in
English.
I just can't imagine the disconnect.
I can't imagine, like, memorizing a bunch of Japanese and going over there and
just singing it
and then not knowing what the fuck I was saying.
Going out there,
and everybody going nuts and just being there like,
I have no idea what I just said.
T-shirts are 20 bucks?
Did I just say that or did I say, are you ready to rock?
I have no fucking idea.
Anyways, so I saw them.
They opened up.
And anyways, we're out in the parking lot and we're drinking beers thinking we're
crazy.
Driving, of course, because it's the 80s.
This is right around before, right before MAD kicked in.
They used to bring, like, wreckage from a fatal drunk driving accident.
Did anybody else's high school do that?
They actually brought a car from a fatal drunk driving accident.
And they dragged it onto the lawn of our campus, if you want to call it a
campus,
a little island with a tree.
They just left it there.
And we all just stared at it trying to figure out how many people were in the
car,
how many people died.
And then we just walked away, like, you know, and you're young.
You don't give a fuck.
Ten minutes later, you're talking about, dude, I'm getting fucking wrecked
tonight.
Wrecked.
That was the word.
I'm getting wrecked.
I'm getting destroyed.
Hammond.
Right?
So anyways, we're driving down there.
Beer between your legs, as you do.
It's the 80s, you know?
You fucking lifted weights all that week.
All of it above the waist.
Curls.
Fucking benching.
Shoulders.
Nobody did squats in the 80s.
Nobody did, right?
So you got your fucking tight 501 blues on with your little pencil fucking legs,
and then your overdeveloped upper body, your stupid gold chain,
and you had a beer between your legs.
That's how you did it.
So we're fucking going down.
They were probably on eight apiece.
Fucking hammered.
I was driving this piece of shit, 83 Ford Ranger.
I got like five fucking drunk friends in the back,
which was still not even grounds for getting pulled over.
You could just have people in the back like you were bringing fucking turkeys
off to slaughter.
Nobody gave a shit, right?
So we pull in, and right as I pulled up, and I got a parking spot, there was
this kid.
He had his door open, and he kind of had like a Sammy Hagar meets John Fogarty
haircut, blonde hair.
And I remember he fucking did a line right as I was pulling up, and I
fortunately had my window up,
and he saw me, and he saw we all had ACDC t-shirts on or whatever, and he just
got out of the car and was just like,
It's like a haunted house right up to the fucking window, and I was just trying
to take it all in.
Like, okay, how am I supposed to behave around somebody who's on coke?
Does this guy have, like, you know, Hulk strength right now?
Is he going to tip over the truck?
Anyways, that was the first time I saw a blow.
I don't even know what the point of all that was.
I was just shocked.
Look, I know it wasn't all bad, like the early Metallica, you know, right
through Injustice for All.
I know that that stuff was great.
But I'll tell you, it is slim fucking pickings, my friends.