I was sitting here with my headphones on, typing on my super nifty Sony Vaio laptop, not really paying any attention to much of anything. I looked up at the television, and I saw this goofy half gothic fuck doing some sort of weak-ass front-man crap, so I popped off my headphones for a second.

It sounded like someone captured all the suck in the world in a jar, punched some holes in the lid, and held it up to a microphone so it could just whine and buzz away.

When it was all over, Jay Leno comes over and thanks "Good Charlotte" for their performance amidst the shrill, high-pitched screams of all these frantic little girls in the crowd, and it dawned on me:

So long as there are 16 year old girls, there will be sucky, SUCKY music.