The Bass Geek

Metalocalypse returns for a second season on September 23rd, which is exactly the news one needs to rule the barren earth with grim determination. The show, a brilliant mix of Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Spinal Tap, still holds a huge chunk of our DVR hostage, waiting patiently to be freed by a DVD release. Adult Swim, make it happen.

Only one small problem - the bassist is kind of a doofus. To be fair, the entire band is composed of doofuses, so there’s nothing really for me to complain about there. The creators did, however, saddle Murderface with the worst haircut. In metal, that’s a death sentence, I think. And a metallic death sentence is nothing to sneeze (or roar gutterally) at. I suppose I should be thankful that they at least gave him a solo project and left his bass in the mix.

My dog Sadie is deeply, profoundly deaf. We found her that way, and it doesn’t look it went away when the ear infection she had was cleared up. Today, though, it was to her benefit, as the many and varied loud noises I made cheering the Steelers/Browns score updates would have probably annoyed her to no end. Instead, she slept blissfully through the 34-7 throttling the Steelers inflicted on Cleveland to open the season. She’s happy, I’m happy, and everything is right with the world. I’m going to have to get her a jersey.

Otherwise, it was an exceptionally lazy day. I managed to hang a bass guitar holder on the wall in my office, so I can finally place all of my basses in holders in the office and still keep one in the car. I always forget to take one anyway, so leaving one in the trunk is a good compromise with my addled memory. There are a couple more Warner Gear shows on the calendar, so we’ll start prepping for those soon. And Jennifer and I are headed to Monolith soon, at which we’ll no doubt get our fill of wonderful music and oxygen deprivation.