Great song from one of the most underrated bands ever

Oasis-Overrated and Un-original

The next group of sad saps is none other then Manchester's Oasis. They gained severe popularity in the mid 90's with their lousy singles "Wonderwall" and Champagne Supernova". A lot of bands like The Killers and the Arctic Monkeys are influenced by Oasis as well. 

I could never get into these guys. Mainly because Oasis overly rip off of the Beatles. I'm not a fan of them either, but I hate to see blatant copy-catting from some of the most arrogant musicians around. The last time my wife and I were driving I think "Champagne Supernova" was on the radio. I explained that the vocalist (Liam Gallager) has an obvious similarity to the late John Lennon.  She didn't think it was a complete rip-off of Lennon. It's not just the vocals either. Liam looks pretty damn close to John as well. How adorable. 

The music is so boring, that you could probably use any single for elevator music. It's THAT bland. That's all for now.

Most Overrated Bands

Today I'm going to start off a list of some of the worlds most Overrated Bands of all time.  Today, I'm going to highlight three bands at once since they are very similar in style and cult-like following. Dave Mathews Band, Phish and the Grateful Dead fall under the category "jam-hippy-stoner-bands". I never got into DMB. Their jam-rock never interested me. Mostly because Dave Mathews can't sing a note, and the music is quite boring. "Crash into Me" unfortunately always plays at work and it's just painful to listen to. You just can't understand a word this guy sings! A lot of avid drummers worship their drummer Carter Whatshisname, but I'm not that easily impressed. Overall, they're garbage.

Phish and The Grateful Dead both bore the living crap out of me. Playing a vacuum while jumping on a trampoline while tripping on acid is just a bit strange Phish. Improving songs for 10-15 minutes is also not very exciting. Does it even count as a song after 15 minutes? I don't know. Their fans follow them to the ends of the world too. Not sure where these burn outs get the money. The Grateful Dead never got my attention either. A lot of my friends would dig them, but I never did. Thank God for punk rock.

This is a really good song

It was WAY too overplayed in the mid-1990s, but I just heard this song a few seconds ago and dammit, it's a great song.

Aaron Lewis-Lousy Vocalist Extraordinaire

The other day, My wife and I were driving around checking out houses. We had the radio on because I forgot to bring a CD. The local independent radio station was playing 3 songs in a row by certain artists, and at one point they played Staind. I never really cared too much to give any thoughts on these jabronis, but when I started listening to the lyrics and the overall vocals on this group, I just started to cringe. All three songs they tortured me with were so mind numbing. They were boring and had the same sloowwww beat and chorus. No real effort on any one's part. But with a boring front man, you'd be stuck playing whatever he could muster up.  I read in a SPIN magazine one time that Aaron Lewis, the lead singer is consistently high most of his days. All of his epically long songs are about heart break and love. Some punk bands and rock bands can write a good heartbreak song (see Alkaline Trio) and nail it perfectly. Aaron Lewis sounds like he records whatever he plays after finishing off a 4 joints and a carton of smokes.

So next time you're stuck listening to the radio, change the channel when Staind comes on.

Ok, okay

Since Mikey posted on his ascension to the drum throne, here's my story:

In fourth grade, my class sat in on a presentation by the orchestra, chorus and band leaders. Fifth grade was when we'd have the option to take one of those classes or Music Appreciation.

Orchestra came first and I fell in love with the Viola. I have no idea why, but I wanted to play it so bad.

Going home that day with the letter from the orchestra director indicating my interest, I was met with "no" from my mother.

Growing up in poverty, there was just no money for instrument rental.

Band's presentation was next. I wanted so badly to play the trombone after watching many many Badger hockey games on television Friday and Saturday nights.



Nope. Still no money for instrument rental, but a compromise was in store.

The school owned several snare drums, so rental of one wasn't necessary, so long as we all had practice pads and a pair of drum sticks. My grandparents bought me both and I became a drummer.

Avoiding a desired switch to tuba in sixth grade (still no money for rental) I was a drummer all through my school career. My grandparents finally bought me a snare drum when I was in seventh grade, but my parents never let me play it since we always lived in duplexes with non-understanding neighbors on the other side of the wall.

Not being able to decide on a career, I decided to study music in college and needed a drum set, so I spent most of my graduation money on a kit. I bought everything but the snare, using the old, mostly-unused one that had been in the basement.

I absolutely needed to learn to play this thing since I'd be in college ensemble classes within a few months, so I played along with the crappy slow Metallica that was being produced then and a really awful punk band we started that summer, the Rejeckts. The Rejeckts only had two song fragments before I stopped hanging with them.

College zipped by with my primary gigs being the ensemble and combo classes and a weekend jam session I'd have with two guitarists in Menominee Falls.

Towards the end of my school career, I learned that one of my favourite punk bands needed a new drummer. I went to St. Paul twice to "try out" for the position and eventually was invited to move up there to be Ferd Mert's new drummer.

I played nine shows with Ferd, several of those were headlining shows, but we did open for some pretty amazing bands, such as Cadillac Blindside, The Stereo and Pezz. We had an offer to open for the Ataris in Mankato, Minn., but had to turn that down when our bass player decided to see the Cranberries that night instead.

Ferd enabled me to travel throughout the great state of Minnesota, where I got to see places like Waseca, Owatonna (where our show was cancelled and we just played rollar hockey before driving home), Mankato, St. Cloud, Winona, Northridge, Minneapolis of course, and Duluth en route to Ironwood, Mich.

After I was no longer needed in that band, I moved to California where after a brief drum hiatus, I formed a band called Ogilthorpe. We played just a few shows, mostly in the Central Valley. We practiced in Gustine, which was on the west side of Merced County, kinda in the middle of nowhere. Our first show, however, was at a Gustine High School talent show, where we played two covers, one of California Sun and Bikeage.

Our first proper show was at Gustine Middle School, where we learned that we were too old and the punk too raw and old-school to win over the kids. The bands that played after us were mostly lalala pop-punk, emo and that grind-core crap. We sounded more like Black Flag and Naked Raygun.

One of our biggest problems was that we were four athiest/agnostics and finding a show in California's bible-belt meant cow-towing to the churches. Modesto has no all-ages venue, so all the punk bands around here were mostly Christian and would have shows in conjuction with local churches. We were once dropped from a bill because we had the f-word on our website. We were finally booked at that place after I removed it.

We did a few outdoor shows in the scalding summer heat. My cymbals were often too hot to touch when it was time to pack up.



That photo was from a show in Escalon at some church. It was a mega-outdoor fest where we were the first of many bands to play that day. It was hella windy and dust clouds were blowing across us. Not only that, but there were trains passing alongside the church property, which gave me something to watch while playing.

The highlight of Ogilthorpe's existance was probably the show we did in Oakland.



It was a late Wednesday night at the Stork Club on Telegraph Ave. in a nasty section of town. My brand new Lancer was parked across the street from the club and homeless people passed it constantly while shopping at the liquor store right next to it.

But we just tore that joint down.

We opened and our singer's new schtick was to completely freak out, tossing himself onto the floor and acting like a total spazz. The crowd ate it up. Despite being the opening act, we were begged for an encore. We eventually ran out of songs and had to leave the stage to wild applause.

We played just one more show after that and called it quits. I'd have loved to keep that band going, but I got burned out on the 30 minute drive to practice. To change things up, we changed instruments. Me on guitar and our singer on drums. Then, two of my bandmates moved to Lake Havasu and we were officially history.

I had been flirting with the Gutterballs for a while, initially, I was going to become a second-guitarist, but then their drummer moved to North Carolina and their singer/guitarist got hospitalized. A year later or so, drummer was back and things were satisfactory with their singer, so I was brought on as drummer and their drummer was "promoted" to rhythm guitar.

Practice at first was at our new guitarists' remote farmhouse in Clarksburg, which was a town about an hour away from Modesto, where the rest of us lived.

When he moved from that house, practice relocated to a friend's garage in Denair... it was absolutely sweltering and we got out of there as soon as we could, deciding to practice in our singer's apartment in Modesto. In the ghetto, I should add. No one minded, apparently.

We played precious few shows, but managed to record a CD at a studio that no longer exists.

Our bass player, who has been friends with our singer/guitarist for so many years, had moved to San Rafael and basically, moved on with his life, prompting us to disband.

That was two years ago and now I have no band. My drums are in our cellar... my hi-hat stand is whereever the rest of the Gutterballs equipment is.

I've decided to write music, specifically classical compositions with MIDI, though I miss performing and would love to reform the Gutterballs. Not likely to happen, though.

Behind the Skins-the oral history of a drummer

Ever since I was 10 or 11, I've been an avid drummer. My first show (on the drum set) was at a Variety Show at Kettle Moraine High School where I went for 4 years. It was a tribute to a close friend of the family that tragically died in a car accident. My friends and I played "Bro Hym" by Pennywise. They weren't as close to the late friend of mine, but wanted to play anyways. It was actually my first time on the kit. My older brother owned one, but I was too intimidated to play it. So thankfully, my buddy's brother didn't mind me playing his kit. For some reason, I had no issues picking up beats and fills on the kit AND on that PW song. Never took a drum set lesson either.  We ran through the song a few times and after a couple weeks, we hit the stage. We did quite well both nights despite the obvious nerves. After that show I felt so good that I just wanted to keep playing. After we played it on the second night, we had some girls run up in the hallway that wanted to tell us how great we sounded. I think after that moment, I knew I wanted to continue spreading the great gift of music.

A year later, I was quite fortunate to afford to buy my first and only drum set. I had saved all of my money from slaving away at the Kwik Trip in Wales.  It's a Forrest green CB kit. It's not the greatest kit in the world, but I still love it. In time, I had to replace a lot of things on it such as heads, the bass drum beater etc. That year, I met a stoner guitar player that got kicked out of Catholic Memorial High School. We formed a noisy lousy band with my neighbor called Captain Amoeba and the Cat Narcolepsy. It was a terrible name for a band, which worked for our quality.  We only had one show. The guitar player was late, and the bassist didn't show up. During our 3 song set (which seemed to go on for 20 or so minutes, he insulted everyone at the show. I think I quit the band that day and made the excuse that me and the bassist was going to form an 'emo' band (way before emo was a bad word) We never formed the emo band. And that was the end of the high School bands.

After high school, I started my years in college. I started a Ben Folds cover band with a bipolar girl I dated. 88 Miles to Melbourne. We played some shows including The Rave, and some house parties. The guitar player/singer (from the variety show) got a hold of me in 2003 to play some shows with him. We practiced at his house some crazy old covers like Jenny 867-5309, Mother, etc, and BAM! the Flanagans were formed. Our shtick was to dress up in silly wigs when we played live. At the same time, my little brother, his friend and I formed Don't Bother Asking, a heavy punk band. While the local skate park was still in the building process, I hosted a benefit concert and raised a mere 50 dollars. I showcased all three bands and played on 3 different sets. After that, Don't Bother Asking fell apart. 88 Miles to Melbourne was soon after that. Our relationship was a disaster so that was the end of our Ben Folds cover band.

When I started at Carroll College, I joined a ska band. It lasted two practices. Every time a member was missing, they canceled practice. During my Carroll years, I did get a couple more shows in with the Flanagans, which was a lot of fun. Unfortunately, T-Rex, our favourite venue couldn't keep up with the bills and closed down. 

This picture is from the Halloween show with the Flanagans. It was published in the New Perspective at Carroll College 

 One summer at Carroll,  I joined up with some musicians in Brookfield. They were more mature then the ska kids, but things didn't last either. The bassist got too busy with working, so things kind of fell apart. After graduation, I joined Fullbright Scholar, a progressive rock band in Oak Creek. I only lasted two practices with them before things quieted down. They were okay, but emphasised on blast beats and guitar solos, which are things I don't find exciting.

Currently, I am in the early stages of playing with an exciting group of guys on the East Side of Milwaukee.. No name yet. No real for-sure sound. Just taking things in from each member. Influences and ideas are floating and soon, things will begin to pick up. 

So there it is, all of the bands I have played in over the past 10+ years.