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Rock Star: Supernova

CBS 8:00 p.m. Wait, I'm feeling kind of mean this morning, so let's dedicate another paragraph to the others who are behind this. Navarro's a junkie who would look more at home beneath the burgundy velvet curtain in an underage goth coffee house, crying and writing sad poetry, than in a rock band. Here's a shocker for those of you who haven't seen the show: Dave isn't in the new band he's forming. Why would he associate with that cavalcade of puppy crap when he can sit on his balls for half an hour a week, collect a paycheck, and walk away from this horrific travesty?

Rock Star: Supernova

CBS 8:00 p.m. I'm not done! Let's talk about the other no- names who are in the band. Escapees from the Ralph Macchio and Scott Baio Retirement Home for the Terminally Untalented and Over Hairsprayed would be an apt description. What a fabrication of cool through paid association and repetition: Why are we so cool? Because we say we're cool, and we're sitting next to the corpse of Tommy Lee.

Rock Star: Supernova

CBS 8:00 p.m. I'm STILL not done! This show sucks. Sure, Tommy Lee and Navarro were in important bands a long time ago, and they're lending street cred to these goonimals and amateurs for profit, and we're all kind of prostitutes. Hell, I get paid for this column, and the paper gets paid by advertisers, and you, the public, pay the advertisers for beepers and boob jobs. We all do something for money, and I can hear you shouting, "Who do you think you are? The 'entertaining TV police'?" Well, yes, I am! You know what used to be cool? Doing your own thing, for no money and no fame and to hell with it because that's what you wanted to do. Now, you have some stupid record label and production company cobbling together an idea to make eight million dollars while spending six million to hire known rock legends, and the drunken L.A. plastic princesses squeal, and we get this Starbucks Chai Latte rock and roll. Well, if this fiasco were in a cage at the zoo, I would hover above and pitch poo at it before it got any on me. This ain't rock. Fine, I'm done. Yeah, it's early in the morning and I'm drunk. So what?

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