(first person to ask, “aren’t you the singer from Kingdom Come?” gets a kick in the nuts)
And that way lies…well, not damnation, actually. Bad haircuts, yes. Tawny Kitaen doing all kinds of irresponsible things in your car that aren’t connected, narratively, to the song. But the bottom line is this: even if you’re willing to accept the suppositions that 1) “a twister” is “born” and 2) that it is born “to walk alone,” it’s not going to help your teammates shoot any better. At Nets Blast, Dave D’Allesandro talks to the Nets captain about his butt-awful taste in music (well, in passing) and his team’s recent streak of blowouts:
Kidd’s Ipod was set to something called Whitesnake when he walked in today, quickly explaining that it reflected his mood.
This is normally where we would we’d go off on some fruitless debate about how how heavy metal is about as appealing as a tractor backfiring, and that most of it sounds like a bunch of skinny suicidal white nerds on Thorazine, or that it can be played by any goofball with a Les Paul, a stack of marshalls, and a fuzz box. But we’ll resist, for now.
What’s important is that it is his statement, as soon as he was asked, “You feel your team is on the same damn treadmill as last year?”
“That’s what I’m listening to now – ‘Here I go again,'” Kidd said. “The same thing happens year after year.”
Be forewarned: This interview is not going to end happily. You already know he hasn’t spoken after the last two games, and there’s a reason for that: He’s frustrated — perhaps more than at any time since ’04.
And he’s not the least bit mollified by the fact that his team is beat up right now, or that they won’t shoot 38 percent forever.
He just sounds like a guy who has no hope, which is a hell of a way for a captain to feel.
Or maybe it’s just the fact that he’ll be in Utah tonight? Also, Dave D: some of those “skinny guys” are really short, too.
I hate to split (highly Aquanet-laden) hairs, but I believe David Coverdale compared himself to a “drifter” destined to “walk alone” in the song you mentioned. Not a “twister.” Although that surrealism might have served the song well.
i didn’t even need to mouse over that link to know it would be dio-related.
Probably should’ve looked that one up, Mark, thanks for your help. Still: yeah. Even with the surrealistic imagery. Not so good.
D’Allesandro strikes back at a metal defender:
You’ll never convince me that most metal is anything but style over substance. Go back and find out where it came from – Hendrix/Who/Cream – and then we can talk. Maybe you’ll see that power chords amped to 11 aren’t so much music as they are noise pollution, and that judging a solo by how fast it is played is like judging a book by how fast it is typed. The stuff your generation still swoons over – such as Eruption, or any of that infernal hammer-on-rip-off technique they try to pass off as stylish — you will regard as rubbish when you get to be my age. And then you’ll get to tell kids what is or isn’t crap. It’s a burden, but I manage.
Disraeli Gears in YOUR FACE.
“The stuff your generation still swoons over – such as Eruption, or any of that infernal hammer-on-rip-off technique they try to pass off as stylish — you will regard as rubbish when you get to be my age.”
Alan Licht, Damon Che, chime in whenever you want. Booger’s a fine writer and does awesome work following the Nets, but the anti-metal sentiments leave me cold. Citing Whitesnake in this instance is kind of like blaming all hoops journalism for Ahmad Rashad.
Always liked R. Plant’s nickname for him: Dave Coverversion.
Hey, that’s about as funny as Plant got.
Except for passing off “Nobody’s Fault But Mine” as his own work. That was hysterical.