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Holy shit. I mean I'd long suspected it but Russell Brown has confirmed it.

I'm lacking the application for serious blogging, so I might as well comment on this morning's Big Day Out lineup announcement. It doesn't really do it for me but, then, I'm not exactly the target market.

I mean, Tool. There had better be something good on another stage when Tool are playing. Rarely has a band been better named than Tool. Lumbering, po-faced boys' music that lets squares kid themselves they're being edgy, that's what Tool is.

My favourite band outside Rage Against the Machine are Tool. Though I have found their work since Aenima to be not as good. So this seems like a good opportunity to talk about Tool. After all, it's this or else finish laying down decking timber.

Sure they might sound a bit weird and indeed singer Maynard James Keenan is weird, and they might think and act outside the circle but christ if I wanted my groups to sound like every other group because if they didn't then they must be try hards, well, I'd go into a record store and ask for groups that sound different but aren't trying to be. And that would probably draw blank stares similar to that English lass in her new video when she asks for some crossover break beat etc etc.

I was fortunate enough to go to the Tool concert at North Shore Events centre in 1997. I say fortunate because I have been to some fucking good concerts in my time but that ate all them other fuckers up and shat them out. I remember Mikey Havoc describing it the next day as "a total mindfuck" (a nice mindfuck that is).

Anyway, here is a link to a site where you can click on the dates down the left side which will take you to fan reviews of every single concert they have ever played.

It will end no other waaayyyyy!!!!!!!!

hooker with a penis
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.

Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

And if I'm the man,

Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...Shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.