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December 25 - It's CHRISTMAS. Deal with it.
Political correctness just isn't my thing. I'm not even sorry if this offends you. MERRY CHRISTMAS to all FJ.com friends, family, and readers. I sincerely hope the holiday season brings all of you peace, tranquility, and happiness. Here's my electronic Christmas card, which will not be altered by me to reflect holiday neutrality:

And yes, I know I'm posting this a day early. The staff of FJ.com is taking Christmas Day off, but we didn't want to shortchange any readers who might pop in.

I also hope that the new year brings some degree of common sense to those who get their panties in a bunch over the word "Christmas", and insist on changing tradition under the guise of promoting diversity in children. I'm all for public displays of ALL holidays. Stop with the PC crap and focus instead on what's important - celebrating heritage, tradition, religion, history, and/or family - that's what holidays are really about. They're invitations, not exclusions. You don't have to be a Jesus Krispie to enjoy Christmas. I'm not Mexican, and I love Cinco de Mayo. American holidays are so commercialized these days, their true origins are completely lost. Besides, if every historical truth about our holidays were revealed, we'd probably treat them no differently than any other day. So go ahead and wish me a Swingin' Kwanzaa, or a Bitchin' Solstice. I won't be offended. And neither should you be when I say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

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December 24 - Christmas rocks.
FJ Radio will be featuring 80s metal Christmas songs for the holiday weekend. For your listening pleasure, the following "carols" have been added:

Danger Danger - Naughty Naughty Xmas
Tuff - Jingle Bell Rock
Roxx Gang - Santa's Back In Town
Gilby Clarke - I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
LA Guns - Run Run Rudolph
AC/DC - Mistress For Christmas
Savatage - Christmas Eve (Sarajevo 12/24) - but you probably heard it when they started calling themselves 'Trans Siberian Orchestra'
Gary Hoey - a mess of songs. C'mon, how could it be Christmas without Gary Hoey?
And some others. Check it out!

But non-Christmas type folks, hang in there. We'll be back to blasphemy, hedonism, and assorted non-holiday fun before too long...

Merry Christmas everyone!

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December 23 - Has to be done.
Several posts have been/will soon be deleted from both the daily comments and the forums. If one of yours is inadvertently removed or if you'd like explanation, email me. But once they're gone, they're gone. And if I see them come back, I'll ban IP addresses from posting.

I'll also be tinkering with the forums and daily comments over the next few days. I might require registration/approval to post there in the future. We'll see. Honestly, I never wanted to do anything like that, but sadly, I think it might be necessary. If it's just a matter of signing up with a username or email address, and then waiting for "moderator" approval I'll probably do it. But I don't want to make people turn over registration info to a third party if it can be avoided.

Other projects are still pending, including a revamp of the playlist for FJ Radio. There will be a few surprises, so tune in over the next few days.

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December 22 - It's beginning to look a lot like...
early June. Well, at least it is over here. The sun's out, my tropical foliage is in full bloom, the windows are all open, and I'm back to shorts and a tank top. Think I'll skip the rest of this update and head over to the beach before the rain starts. Then if I hurry, maybe a quick practice round of golf, and back home to plant some pineapple before I get back to the grind. Of course, to me "grind" means preparing spices to put on the cuts of meat that will end up on the grill a little later.

To my readers in colder climates, with latitude measurements in the double digits and temperatures struggling to reach them - take heart and remember that it's always summertime somewhere. Now make sure you don't forget to drip the faucets so your pipes don't freeze, and set your alarms a little earlier so you can give your cars time to warm up a bit before you drive across a crowded icy highway.

I still don't miss winter, mon.

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December 21 - Told ya...

Of course, they'll probably still screw up their draft picks next season.

Either way, last night was the upset of the season, and it was a great game to watch. Unless you're a Patriots fan, that is... But you bastards are already in the playoffs, so I don't wanna hear it.

The temperature is brutally cold here at Casa James - it's only supposed to get into the mid 70s today. (Did I ever mention how little I miss winter in Northern California?) If this keeps up, I'll have to wear socks... Don't know how I'll ever handle those awful days of summer, when it gets all the way into the mid 80s. Yup, the best climate corresponds to the best music - somewhere between about 77 and 89...

Life ain't so bad.

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December 20 - Diss-function!
Is it really worth my time? Or would it be an exercise in futility trying to reason with someone who obviously has no interest in listening to reason? In case you haven't already seen it, the guy who viciously attacked Dimebag Darrell, his fans, heavy metal music as a whole, and society's future in which heavy metal music is allowed to exist has struck again. Check him out here. If that's not enough, he's also chosen to make an audio file attacking Damageplan's lyrical content.

I'm having a hard time with this... On the one hand, why give him the press? Surely he knows he's struck a nerve, and I'll bet that the monosyllabic replies by the bottom-feeders of the heavy metal culture give him all the validation he needs. Plus, looking at his site stats, I don't think there are too many people who give a rip what he has to say.

But the other half of me really wants to tear into this guy. If blatant social ignorance like his isn't confronted and given an appropriate opposing view on the terms of reason, all confrontations and reactions will be selectively chosen by the simple-minded Grim. That's not acceptable. I also believe that much like the annoying roach that he is, if we shine a light on him he'll go back to hiding in the internet's basement.

It should be noted that he's obviously afraid to confront the folks with opposing viewpoints, as there is no opportunity on his site to engage him in debate. As expected, he had no response to my defense of heavy metal music. He's hiding behind a keyboard and afraid to remove his blinders. Right, wrong, or indifferent, at least I put up my name and picture behind everything I say, and leave ample opportunity for feedback.

Funny enough, one of the reports he cited as a supporting piece of evidence for his completely ridiculous attack actually conflicts with his thesis and supports mine. From http://www.mediascope.org/pubs/ibriefs/yvm.htm:

"However, no studies have documented a cause-and-effect relationship between violent or sexually explicit lyrics and adverse behavioral effects."

Also from the same report:

"Studies show that the preference for heavy metal music may be a significant indicator for alienation, substance abuse, psychiatric disorders, suicide risks, sex-role stereotyping, or risk-taking behaviors during adolescence, but music is not the cause of these behaviors."

Want more? I'm sure I could find plenty.

After proving that music does NOT cause people to become semi-human barbarians, and that it's fans can and do lead productive lives, I should turn to the defense of the music itself. Click this link to see a fusion of heavy metal guitar with classical phrasing. By the way, the guy in the video has a degree in music theory and composition from Northeastern Illinois University. And -gasp- he played in a heavy metal band. Even worse, a heavy metal band that endorsed sobriety and rallied AGAINST drug use. The horror.

For every vulgar lyric you can find, I can find musical complexity. For every brilliant piece of work from other musical genres, I can find dysfunction. Go on - try me.

Once again, Mr Grim, school is OUT.

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December 19 - Incompetence defined.
As is routine, I was reading the news while eating breakfast. (Side note - Egg Beaters are pretty good, if you use lots of butter to grease the pan and add enough salt, pepper, ham and cheese...) So I find a story with another picture of Donald Rumsfeld, looking like he's walked into a room filled with the sour odor of actual labor. Poor Donald. Here he is, apparently in great personal anguish because he's AGAIN had has competence called into question after AGAIN being caught NOT doing his job:

What's the problem now? Well, after his inspirational speech giving unparalleled support to the armed forces, uniting the country, and convincing its citizens that our troops in Iraq are well-supplied and that their numbers are adequate, if not luxurious, it seems that even Donald himself is now too overburdened to even sign condolence letters to the families of those killed in action. Maybe he's busy enacting that plan for ending the occupation and rebuilding a post-war Iraq. Or maybe he's consulting with top military brass, trying to pick the specific time to go in and catch Osama bin Laden. Or, he could be busy converting captured old insurgent hideouts to playgrounds and destroying confiscated weapon caches. I'd hate to think that he's just an incompetent dunderhead, caught yet again with his pants down on the job, so I'll go on assuming that he's been pretty busy personally helping the troops dig through Iraqi junkyards looking for scrap metal to reinforce transport trucks that should have been ready YEARS ago.

I'd like to know one thing... What on Earth does it take to get fired from the Bush cabinet? How does this guy still have a job? Someone please fire him and replace him with Sen. John McCain. Or better yet, fire Rumsfeld, appoint McCain as Vice President, and put Cheney back in as Secretary of Defense. If we've got to have an evil S.O.B. in the position, I at least want it to be someone who scares people via ACTION rather than INACTION.

I wouldn't even eat at a McDonald's run by Rumsfeld.

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December 18 - Some people never learn.
It's been mentioned that the daily comments on my posts have become far freakier since I've moved away from California. This is a trend that hasn't gone unnoticed by the FJ.com team. I'd love to think that it's a function of more people participating around here - the traffic levels and level of "audience" participation don't always correlate.

But I wasn't born yesterday.

I'd like to point out a few things to the person who thinks she's being "clever" by using at least 5 different aliases (all unregistered, of course...) to comment... First, you really need to get your characters straight, especially when you try to have a dialog with yourself and pass it off as different people. Second, I have a friggin' degree in Communications (and spent semesters studying speech pathology). Did you really think that I wouldn't notice your difficulties with language, and your awkwardly forced attempts to sound like you speak English fluently? You're a piss-poor non-native speaker of English, and it shows - you will ALWAYS speak using patterns I've been trained to recognize, no matter which name you pick to spew nonsense on my daily posts. You're not smart enough to pull off a language game on me, so don't try it. Don't even bother practicing and coming back later - you're old. You're WAY past the age of learning a language fluently without giving away your native tongue. Game over. You're busted. To make it easier for you to understand - You=dumb. Dumb=you. Dumb you=not welcome around here.

See, most people who post here are at this level of intelligence: _______



































Monkeys are here._______









You're down here._______

Further proving that you are in fact WAY too stupid to think you can get away with posting here unnoticed... Even if language wasn't the smoking gun - everytime someone signs my guestbook, they leave behind evidence. It's called an IP address, and marks the specific computer and path used to leave behind the comment. I can trace that. Doesn't matter which nickname you use - the computer itself leaves behind a "fingerprint". Are you really gonna try to tell me that "different" people with the same difficulties with the English language using the same computer to post comments, within minutes of each other, is possible?

If ODB ran this site, he'd probably say... "Nigga, please."

If you'd just like to go away quietly (and I suggest you do and take all of your ri-goddamned-diculous "friends" with you), I'll grant a pass. If you insist on continually staining my comment logs and tainting my website with your unwelcomed presence, believe me, it won't go unchecked. DO NOT mess with me or any of my friends or family here.

You know who you are, and you're not worth my time. You've already stolen WAY too much of it. No more. AND THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING. NOW GO AWAY AND DON'T COME BACK.

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December 17 - Danielle Appreciation Day!
If you know her, wish her a good one. If you don't, this is where you get to meet her. It's her birthday today, and I had a hard time deciding how it should be celebrated here. Do I write a sincere tribute? Do I tell embarassing stories about her? Dare I bring up the fact that she's a big 80s metal fan, with the tendency to duplicate famous works of 80s metal history in phtographic format (you should see the other ones... wink wink...)? Do I mention her obsession with her pets? Well, instead of that, I figured that this pic pretty much sums it all up. So, without further delay, here's my tribute to one of my best friends, Danielle:

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December 15 - Rebuttal.
Just in case anyone's interested, here's the rebuttal I sent to William Grim, the guy who's chosen to take out his frustrations on heavy metal. Read yesterday's post to see what provoked this. And if any of you feel the need to speak up, I've left his email address posted. Anyhow, here's my response to a rather mean spirited attack:

Mr Grim,

Frankly, I'm shocked. Actually, I'm worried. Anytime a writer in Germany preaches about inherent superiority and would describe an entire group of people as "an assemblage of ignorant, semi-human barbarians who were filthy in attire and manner, intellectually incoherent and above all else, hideously ugly to the point of physical deformity" under the false guise of promoting conservatism, I tend to become a little uneasy. I hope you can understand my concern.

Yet it's difficult to believe that anyone with the education, culture, and appreciation for art you claim to possess could be as publically ignorant, closed-minded, and intolerant. From an intellectual perspective, even if you were standing inside of it you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with a shotgun of reason.

It's people like you who give conservatism an incredibly bad name. You should really do some actual research before you make such unbelievably tactless claims. I could quite easily cite examples from my own personal life to negate each and every one of your accusations, but that wouldn't be productive. You don't know me and I'm sure you could care less about my education, professional accomplishments, and general lifestyle. But suffice it to say that I'm affluent, responsible, hygienic, coherent, sober, intelligent, and most importantly, NOT alone in these ideals.

Your mischaracterization of what heavy metal represents, which I believe was "squalor, inhumanity, filth (both in the metaphorical and hygienic senses), depravity, ugliness and ignorance" could hardly be more incorrect. Though if you had actually paid attention during your courses, you'd know that these same adjectives have been used to describe the youth of every generation dating back to the days of Socrates. Many of the classical composers you cite as superior to the musicians (yes, they are indeed musicians) of today were also regarded as noncomformists who lived outside the norms and social mores of their society.

Furthermore, the list of composers who died in abject poverty and relative obscurity in their time is numerous. The genius of many of these men wasn't discovered until after their deaths. Also, it should also be mentioned that syphillis was the disease that killed many of them. I don't think they contracted such a disease living a lifestyle you might characterize as wholesome.

You suggest that without an appreciation for the greatest artistic achievements of mankind, an education is wasted. Well, I have enough faith in the artistic spirit of mankind to know that such artistic accomplishment is not restricted to the past, and that our greatest collective glories still lie ahead of us. As such, while I can certainly appreciate the past, I still pay attention to the present while looking to the future.

Your description of Mr Abbott's fans and of the heavy metal musical genre are insults of libelous level. Even if my personal hygiene and intellect could ever be called into question, I'd still rather remain as "hideously ugly" on the outside as you've proven to be on the inside. I can always get a haircut and assimilate into your world of theoretical academia. Your inabilty to appreciate the diversity of mine is sadly, permanent.

I sincerely hope that this holiday season brings you the joy that is so obviously lacking in your life, and remain thankful that mine is more complete and richly fulfilling than you could ever know.

Famous James, the King of 80s Metal.

Honestly though, this guy is probably harmless. I can't imagine the old PMRC even jumping onto this bandwagon, much less anyone with real cultural, intellectual, or artistic clout.

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December 14 - Nice.
First, apologies for the length of the following clip. But I didn't want to just pull quotes out of context - I wanted to make sure that every asshole-ism was left intact. It's incredible to think that anyone could possibly be this unfeeling, uncaring, and contrary to his own assertion, uneducated and classless. Oh yes, I've got a few things to say. But first:

From http://www.iconoclast.ca/MainPage.asp?page=/newPage6.asp

AESTHETICS OF HATE: R.I.P. DIMEBAG ABBOTT, & GOOD RIDDANCE
by William Grim, Iconoclast Contributing Editor

You've undoubtedly heard by now that a demented fan last week killed heavy metal guitarist Dimebag Abbott at the Alrosa Villa in Columbus, Ohio. While I am extremely happy to hear that the assassin was shot to death by a brave Columbus policeman and I in no way want to engage in a blaming the victim scenario, I cannot deny that there much in Mr. Abbott's demise of one being hoisted on one's petard. The squalor, inhumanity, filth (both in the metaphorical and hygienic senses), depravity, ugliness and ignorance of everything that heavy metal represents (Like rap, I cannot use the noble term music in a description of heavy metal) creates a mindset among its devotees in which Mr. Abbott's assassination was an event that was all but waiting to happen.

It was highly amusing, and also terribly sad, to watch on television fans conducting a "vigil" for the slain Mr. Abbott outside of the Alrosa Villa. It was an assemblage of ignorant, semi-human barbarians who were filthy in attire and manner, intellectually incoherent and above all else, hideously ugly to the point of physical deformity. Here is a definite case in which the outer appearance of these "fans" accurately represented the hideousness of their souls. That the physical deformity of their ugliness was self-inflicted makes the spiritual tragedy of their misspent lives all the more tragic.

But one can see why the heavy metal fans so closely identified with Mr. Abbott. He was an ignorant, barbaric, untalented possessor of a guitar and large amplifier system. Freakish in appearance, more simian than human, he was the performer of a type of "entertainment" that can be likened only to a gorilla on PCP. Lacking subtlety, wit, style, emotional range and anything approaching even the smallest iota of intellectual or musical interest, Mr. Abbott was part of a generation that has confused sputum with art and involuntary reflex actions with emotion.

De gustibus non disputandem est. Matters of taste are not subject to argument. That has been a general principle of aesthetics for some time, and when we are talking about the visceral preference for Mozart or Haydn or Beethoven among civilized human beings we are on pretty safe ground. I do not understand exactly why I prefer Haydn to my good friend who prefers Beethoven. But we both agree (as do all civilized human beings) that both Messrs. Haydn and Beethoven are numerous steps further along the evolutionary trail than Dimebag Abbott.

Here is one area in which conservatives have failed and failed miserably. Whether it is out of a lack of interest or despair, conservatives for too long have ceded the entire field of aesthetics to the trust fund red babies of the blue states. And look at what this has brought us. So-called heavy metal music, so-called rap music, operas and stage plays in which modern "stagings" reduce Verdi and Shakespeare to the condition of a schizophrenic's finger paintings. Leftist domination in the visual arts has made a mockery of the aesthetic greatness of modernism and replaced it with the turd encased in Lucite. And the grammatically-challenged racist rantings of Amiri Baraka now pass for poetry.

However, we conservatives should not confuse family values with aesthetics. In the realm of art, our evangelical brethren have many crimes to answer for. When a church replaces Bach with Bacharach it has engaged in the aesthetic rape of the liturgy. Just because one has good intentions and approaches the numinous with "sincerity" and "authenticity" (the latter term ironically being a buzzword among the Marxist aestheticians of the Frankfurt School), that does not absolve one from aesthetic responsibility.

As far as I am concerned, those who advocate a dumbed-down liturgy and schlocky pop music substitutes for Bach, Handel and the masses of the Renaissance, are as offensive as the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church and his perverse sexual politics.

Part of the hard work of civilization is teaching young to be able to distinguish between the good and the bad in all aspects of life. If we teach our young children to obey the 10 Commandments and to obey the laws of the land, but don't teach them to realize that Johann Sebastian Bach is superior to Dimebag Abbott, we have failed as parents and mentors. If a person has gone through 12 or 13 years of education and has not developed an appreciation for the greatest artistic achievements of mankind, that education has been an utter failure.

While laissez-faire is the correct approach to economics it has no place in the realm of aesthetics or morality. A confidant civilization imposes its morality and aesthetics on it young people. Yes, you heard it right. We impose. The Rousseauian noble savage is a myth. Left unchecked and untutored the savage will never attain nobility.

There are those who will accuse me of elitism. And I admit it. I am a conservative elitist. I want the very best. The very best form of government, the very best of civilizations, the very best educational system, the very best literature and art, the very best music, the very best way of life. If I need open heart surgery I want to go to an elite heart surgeon.

Mediocrity is the goal of socialism. Americans should aspire to greatness.

In the past forty years, conservatives have won great victories in the political, economic and moral realms, but we stand to throw all our gains away if we do not reclaim ascendancy in the aesthetic realm as well.

And while the murder of even a semi-human barbarian like Mr. Abbott is tragic and to be lamented, it would be wrong to ignore Mr. Abbott's complicity in contributing to the soul-deadening culture of death, ugliness, depravity and inhumanity that spawned his killer.

Hugo von Hofmannsthal once remarked that "all powerful imaginations are conservative." It is time for conservatives to utilize their imaginations and reclaim the field of aesthetics from the left-that is, while there is still something left in the aesthetic realm worth reclaiming.

Iconoclast contributing editor William E. Grim is a writer who lives in Germany and is a native of Columbus, Ohio. He may be reached at wgrim@myrealbox.com

My rebuttal is forthcoming. I'm still pretty pissed off, and should probably clear my mind before I take this jackass to task. Although I guess I could just sink to the levels he'd expect me to reach, and just write, "Dude, go fuck yourself". Honestly, I think that pretty much sums it up.

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December 13 - People are stupid, and I'm always right.
Let me first state that I believe Scott Peterson is a worthless piece of human scum. Furthermore, I believe that he probably did kill his wife and kid. Being a supporter of the death penalty, I can assert that people who commit heinous murders should be sentenced to death themselves.

But what makes me sick is the crowd reaction to cases like these. There were cheering people outside, ecstatic as the verdict was read. WHY on Earth would you feel the need to high-five your neighbor over something like this? This isn't a friggin' football game. You didn't win anything. I mean, I know the 49ers really suck this year, but are you people truly so hard up for entertainment that you need to go to the courthouse and have a friggin' tailgate party to celebrate death? You're a bunch of ghouls!

Of all the places that some crazy senile driver could randomly crash into a crowd, why oh why couldn't this have been the scene of one of them? Preferably live, with Geraldo, Oprah, and Maury all reporting simultaneously.

THAT, my friends, would be something worth celebrating.

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December 12 - You Make The Call!
I've GOTTA get back to working out again. I enjoy (over)eating far too much to ever have the willpower to cut back, and my newly-sedentary lifestyle is not consistent with my desire to only need one seat on a Southwest Airlines flight. So I need to pick a place to work out. Wanna help?

Gym 1. We'll call it, um, "Platinum's Gym". They straight-up lied to me when they told me there were no other gyms in town. They were definitely very interested in getting my money, which demonstrates a commitment to helping me meet my goals, or so they say. They cost almost $700/year. There are a TON of hot chicks there though. I know I go to the bottom of the pectoral order and stand no chance in this relative environment, but it is a nice perk.

Gym 2. We'll call this one "Planet Gym". I was greeted at the door by a guy who probably moonlights as a pro wrestler. Even vocally. They're a little out of the way, but I can get a membership there for under $400/year (needles extra). There's the possibility of being on the receiving end of a "swirly", but a lot of the folks who exercise there look like they couldn't even reach back to wipe their own asses much less ever catch me on SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY.

Gym 3. It's a small independent less than 2 miles from my house. I can get an annual membership for $300. Plus, I can get a trial 3-month membership for $100. But they're kinda small, and I got the impression that the owners are kinda flaky, meaning "business hours" might not always correspond with the hours posted on the memo they wrote for me. They're also located next to a pizza place, which would be somewhat counterproductive to a terminal face-stuffer like me.

Or there's always the possiblity of sucking it up, just spending a grand or so, and converting my garage into a home gym. It'd be economical in the long run. But unfortunately, there are no hot chicks living in my garage...

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December 11 - My (un)Coolest Years!
I caught an episode of VH1's My Coolest Years: The Metalheads the other night. What a trip. They pretty much nailed it on the head, and gave me a bunch of teenage metalhead memories that somehow seem much more valid now...

I remember sneaking a fifth of "liberated" Kahlua to the beach, stopping by Wendy's first to get a few Frosty mixers. Kahlua and Frosty - the greatest gourmet teenage drink ever. Then we leaned up against our cars (well, the cars of the ones who actually HAD cars... Mom wouldn't let me get my driver license unless I cut my hair, and my blossoming mullet was far more important than transportation) with the windows rolled down and the (taped and copied) soundtrack to "The Decline Of Western Civilization - the Metal Years" blasting. You can't really call it "background" music when it's clearly audible for 100 yards in every direction.

Life was good, especially when we'd head down to the beach with our contraband and spend hours dreaming about "getting out of this town". After all, the cops didn't have jurisdiction over the beach - only the roadside. For us to get busted with our black market beverages, we'd have to get caught by the Coast Guard, who surely had their hands full with other priorities.

The walls were COVERED with pages ripped out of Circus, Hit Parader, Creem, Rip, Aardschock America, Metal Edge, Metal Maniacs, Guitar World, Rockline, and whatever else had a picture of one of my heros. Neil Zlozower was a hero-by-association. There was no room for anything else - my wall was a collage, and a tribute.Ironically, 20 years later, one of my rooms still is - only now I own the original photographs, autographed by Neil himself!

Scientific calculators - the kind that could store brief text messages - were rarely used for math. We would type lyrics from Metallica songs and pass them back and forth until someone didn't know the next line. Of course, that person was then labelled a "poser", no matter how well the Judas Priest logo was drawn on his folder.

I used to walk to school, and when I left, I looked like almost every other kid. But somewhere along the way, I became the "rock god" I thought I should be. For in my backpack I had the wrestling shoes, the bracelets, and about a million bandannas which were tied around my calves somewhere between Philadelphia Avenue and Indiantown Road. Little did I know that Steven Tyler was using them in his microphone stand to sneak drugs onstage - I had no idea...

Classes didn't matter. It was little more than 7 hours of filler time used to pick out which tape would be played first when we got home. I also remember never understanding why people looked at me funny when I would bring KISS tapes to soccer practice, or suggest Poison songs for "class song". It didn't take long to realize that "popularity" just wasn't gonna be one my problems.

Life stopped on Saturday night - whatever was happening needed to take a break because it was time for Headbanger's Ball. The loudest parties would actually become silent when it was time for a World Premiere video from Guns N Roses. REAL fans remember when Riki Rachtman replaced Adam Curry, and at first, we hated it. We knew Riki only got the job because he was friends with Axl Rose. And for the longest time, he sucked. Y'know, a lot of us even remember the 90s when he distanced himself from that whole scene, and played the "I never got to pick any of the songs I wanted to hear 'cause I was the hardcore guy" card. Of course, this was when the hardcore stuff was cool, WAY after the decline of 80s metal's popularity. I'll bet that if Jetboy would've taken off instead of Pantera things would have been a lot different...

Anyhow, it was a good show to watch, and it made me realize something very important - when I was a kid, VH1 was the channel for boring adults. Perspective really sucks.

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December 10 - Damageplan wrapup.
First, the news update regarding the Ohio club shooting... Fortunately, none of the other members of Damageplan were injured in the shooting. The reports of other band members also being killed weren't true. Unfortunately, some fans and some employees of the band/club were killed that night. Sad to think how many innocent families are forever ruined by less than a minute of pure stupidity from a worthless asshole. Even sadder to think how many people in the rock community are resorting to a tabloid mentality and trying to assign blame on bad security and crazy conspiracy theories. All of this is attributable to the nature of Pantera's ugly breakup and a recent interview with their former singer. In this interview, he makes rather derogatory statements about Darrell, and says some things that could be perceived as threatening.

Provided you're an idiot.

Rock stars talk shit about each other all the time. Hell, brothers do the same thing. Friends say things they don't necessarily mean. It's called emotion, and we are all guilty of putting our collective feet in our mouths and saying things we will potentially later regret, especially if a tragic coincidence is the result. Furthermore, one of the people killed in the melee was a security guard, who was chasing this lunatic across the stage, heroically trying to protect the band and crowd. This human waste didn't sneak anything in past security, he didn't even come from the crowd. He barrelled in through a back door.

There was only one person responsible for this incident, and thankfully, he got what he deserved - an instant death sentence, courtesy of a quick-thinking cop who prevented this asshole from further "glory".

Now stop with the misguided outrage and celebrate the life of the victims. I'm sure that's exactly how they'd prefer us to behave - with the stereo turned up, metal horns in the air, and the sound assurance that all but one of the people who died that night is in a better place.

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December 9 - Senseless.
Damageplan guitarist Dimebag Darrell shot and killed onstage. (Link to Metal Sludge, who has also linked local coverage, CNN, and firsthand accounts of the incident in their report) What an unbelievable tragedy. As I write this, at least one other unidentified band member was also killed, in addition to others.

What inspires senselessness like this?

Prayers and condolences to family, friends, and fans.

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December 8 - All's well...
My cat seems to be happy once again. Of course, by "happy", I mean "back to sleeping for 16 hours a day". Tough life... Anyhow, here's the latest shot of my lil' buddy crankily napping on a patio chair:

And so I can't be accused of bias, here's his sister, caught just after stalking a pine needle...

It's good to know that my house is secure.

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December 7 - Now THIS is funny!
Michael Bolton on MySpace, and I ain't talking 'bout the Soul Provider. I love stupid stuff like that!

Also saw a new pic of Motley Crue, which I swiped from Metal Sludge. Nikki looks good, Tommy looks good, Vince looks like he's almost there... Mick looks like he ought to be printed on currency. Check this out:

I think he may have signed the Declaration of Independence, entertained the troops during the Civil War, and experienced his first turn-of-the-century party in 1899. Holy crap, he looks unhealthy... I know he's been having health problems for many years, and just had his hip replaced... I hope he's ok for this whole reunion tour.

But just in case he isn't...

Why not? Everybody goes to see Nikki, Tommy, and Vince anyways... I could play the songs and stay in the background just fine.

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December 6 - Another Shameless FJ Radio plug!
Well, for some reason I'm not supposed to do this. I really don't know why, but I'm not supposed to be publicizing the stuff I'm playing on FJ Radio, which I've made a point of doing over the past few weeks. Maybe it's so my "competition" doesn't know what I'm doing, maybe it's because there are legal issues with announcing my playlist and having folks bootleg it.

Well, I'm not doing this to "beat" anyone. And there's a reason I'm only playing one or two songs from each cd I pick - so you get a sample, and the option to pick up the cds you like by clicking on the "buy" button, supporting the artists and the station. Honestly, you'd have to listen for months to hear every song on a given cd. Also, a lot of the stuff I play is old and out of print, but still worthy of being shared. This is strictly a labor of love - I'm doing it because I love this music. And if you're visiting here, there's a pretty good chance you'll like it too.

The service is totally free - you can click the banner and listen 24/7/365. But if you want to listen ad-free, you can subscribe to the service. That'll turn it all off. Or, if you just want to pitch in under the table and keep it between you and me, I've enabled that to be a possibility as well...

Again, I'm not doing this to scam anyone, but it does cost money to keep the station on the air. Any contributions/kickbacks from selling cds/subscriptions will go towards running and improving the station. The more that gets taken in, the longer and more extensive the playlist can become. Hell, if enough people donate/subscribe, I'll buy the ad-free package.

What am I saying? Listen to FJ Radio, and know that what's most important is keeping the music alive, and I fully intend to do that. You'll help tremendously if you just tune in, listen, and give me a good rating. (Making me your favorite internet station doesn't hurt either...)

Oh yeah... I added Sweet F.A., Cats In Boots, Dirty Blonde, Femme Fatale, Sedona, and Jizzy Pearl to the playlist this week. Never heard of 'em? Don't worry - there's still lots of more familiar stuff in the mix.

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December 5 - Breaking news!
The band you never thought you'd see live again!. Please forgive the rest of this update. It was written before I saw the above news. I will be there. Oh yes, I will be there...

I surf the internet so you don't have to.
Swiped this pic from one of my earliest internet influences, Big Dark Cloud. Probably the first pic in a month that's made me laugh like an idiot...

Swiped this from The Onion

That one was especially satisfying, because I really do think Donald Trump is an overrated asshole. It must take an awful lot of skill to turn a $50 million inheritance into a debtload of billions. I just wanna know why it's considered stupid for college kids to use the same financial approach - oh yeah, they're using their credit cards to buy pizza. Good ol' Don's buying casinos with his (and apparently missing those monthly minimum payments to boot...) Dumbass. Hope you at least used your Discover card to get that 1% rebate back...

And the funniest thing I've read in a while... Zug - Prank Call To the Mall. Unfortunately, there was no image to swipe, but the article linked is worth your time.

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December 4 - Just for fun.
I get a lot of stupid email, most of which is deleted without reading. If it's an unfamiliar address in the sender column, it's gone. If it has "FWD:" in the subject line, it's gone. Generally, unless it's a reply to an email I've sent or a hello from a long-missed friend, it's gone.

But for some reason, I opened a few additional emails today. Boy am I glad I did. Here's a sample of the brilliance I endure:

Subject: A "package" from Sheffield
Date: 12/4/2004 3:45:06 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: mattjung83@yahoo.com
To: james@famousjames.com

I heard Famous James gave Joe Elliot a rim job underneath the stage in 1988.

Pretty funny, huh? I've yet to reply. Honestly, I've got better things to do. But as a service to my readers, I'm gonna let YOU decide what my snappy retort should be. Here are the first few that came to mind:

1) Shows what you know - Def Leppard didn't tour in my area in 1988 and I didn't have a car. I missed that show completely! HA!
2) Well, I tried, but your mother was in line ahead of me.
3) Just wondering why you'd have friends who'd discuss both me and homosexual activity in the same conversation, and why you'd find it interesting in the first place.
4) Maybe, but I still did your girlfriend.

Which one should I send back? Or, if you think you can come up with a better one, I've conveniently forgotten to edit out the email address of the tool who took the time to write in. Happy e-mail bombing!

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December 1 - If you're in Sacramento...
What are you doing here right now? Tesla is playing tonight! Then after the show, Frank Hannon is gonna be hanging out at the Roadhouse. There are still good seats left, so go!

If you're not in Sacramento, you'll just have to put up with me for the time being...

I admit it - I watched Jeopardy last night to see if the nerdy Mormon guy really lost. He did. Of course, I'm guessing he'd have lost a lot sooner if the categories would have been Parts Of the Female Body or Cool Things To Do in Las Vegas. Just kidding... Actually, I got a kick out of him. Hope he'll turn up on Wheel of Fortune next week.

First report on my online "businesses"... Looks like most of them are attempts to get me to buy mailing lists and mass-spam everyone. I'm not really into that. Plus, getting loads of people to pay for something once I've gotten their attention doesn't really seem to be my strength. Hell, I've had well over 2 million hits since I've been running this site, and currently average 3000+ a day (check this year's stats for yourself, even though I'll bet most of them are people swiping images...) and I've still only sold a handful of t shirts! If I took this site seriously, I'd have fired myself a long time ago. Either that, or made a ton of venture capital when money-losing websites were all the rage...

But I'll tell you what - listen to Famous James radio and tell your friends about it and we'll call it even...

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Check this out!

Metal Memorabilia Auction!
Staci Anderson from
Chicks Who Rock has set up an ebay auction of various metal memorabilia to benefit the Sacramento SPCA. Cool stuff from Kiss, Aerosmith, Dio, Poison, and a bunch of others are all up for bid, with proceeds benefitting the charity. Click the graphic to check it out, or make a donation using any of the preceeding links!


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