Everyone sells out

Last night, for some God-awful reason, I decided to watch Rock Star: INXS. Actually, to be honest, it was on right after Two and a Half Men, and I just couldn't find the remote. Laziness prevails. But what can I say? This show has to be one of the top five worst ideas of all time.



Somehow, somewhere, someone decided that it would be cool to try and replace the greatness of Michael Hutchence with some no-talent ass clown, wannabe of a front-person (yes, they let women audition, too). Yet watching the auditioners drool over their own egos and describe their unique "musical vibe" was about as entertaining as driving a hot poker through my eyeball. Add to this a collection of horrible, horrible covers, Dave "I-am-the-ultimate-sleazeball-piece-of-shit" Navarro offering his worthless opinion, and an impromptu jam-session (read: one guitar and 15 singers) and you have the making of one of the worst hours ever to disgrace the small screen.

Still, I am always entertained by the audiences they get for these things. Much like Hit Me Baby One More Time, the producers managed to pull in a sizeable crowd of youthful - and rather hot - young women. I'm 100% positive that none of them would know Hutchence from their own asshole in a lineup of 2, but hey - they sure go ape-shit rowdy over the act of pissing on his grave, nonetheless. Oh, to be young in L.A.

All was nearly avenged at the end of the show when Dana, of softcore cable porn fame (I KNEW she looked familiar!), was booted for making yet another bloody train wreck of "Knockin' on Heaven's Door." I wonder if Dylan ever wishes he could've held that one back from release?