See below. Posted on 6767.com tonight, in anger. Long live true rock.

Ok.

Just finished watching the reality show, all the way down here in Nuuuu Zeeeelaaaand, first time I have managed to bring myself to watch it.

I was left with completely mixed emotions after watching this thing.

First up, no one can say that the contestants aren't all talented and charismatic front people. The guy on the piano tonight blazed. The freaky chick is electric, no doubt.

Equally if one was to be honest, and truly appreciates what 'rock' is, one could only, truly, admit that in doing the show, all these contestants are absolute whores who have sold their souls to Satan, with no more credibility than the most insipid manufactured pop moppets.

I am trying to articulate why these talented young souls doing this thing bothers me so much Dave, and it comes down to this:- the whole putrid thing stinks, reeks, of $$$$, yet again.

True rock is about crawling through a country in a van, stinking, like AC/DC, and the Stones did, purely for the sheer, deep love of it. True rock is about horny, angry, testosterone soaked youth, it's young Elvis, it's Kurt on the 'Teen Spirit' video. It is raw, animal fucking and it is jilted and disturbed and often drug and alcohol damaged, like Jim Morrison, like Iggy, like the Oasis boys.

But don’t get me wrong, Dave, because true rock that leads to $$, fame and all the stuff you live is a beautiful thing. When it is EARNED. When it happens the right way through sheer hard work, when it happens after something brilliant explodes out of it's box all over everybody...wow...that's a wild thing. It is the absolute, immovable truth about all of us on this planet. WE ALL HAVE TO WORK TO REAP WHAT WE SOW.

You see, cream always rises to the top, Dave. You, Steve, Perry and Eric didn’t need a fucking TV reality show. Janes made it because Janes was Janes was Janes (the Janes that played Auckland in 91, that is). Same with Metallica. Same (prior to the post-Appetite, coked-out-Axl-on the-Grand-Piano-and-orchestra Gilby era) with the Gunners. Same (to a immensely less artistically credible, but still rock level) with Motely. All you guys worked it, loved it, earned it, because you loved making something that spread like love. Nothing stops that.

You did it without a TV show, instant escalator to the $$ and associated fame benefits, that everyone seems to covet

That's rock.

Isn't it fascinating, the all-consuming power of greed and how it makes everything dull. Malcom McLaren, who invented the Sex Pistols visited NZ the other week and lamented how money just makes everything so boring.

A bunch of 40-something dudes covered in designer this and that, make-up, little wrinkles, tattoos and matching Marlborough-husked voices. All already multi-every-thing, doing what is being done on this Show, is most certainly NOT rock. That's the poison of the $$.

Again – please don’t get me wrong…old boys can be cool and fucking rock, no doubt. Check Iggy 2006 – WOW!!!! Tool, the band I so wish Janes had grown like/alongside with. Check the Stones who did such a great, stripped back show in Auckland earlier this year. Even non-‘rockers’ like Miles, Muddy Waters, Ruben Gonzales…they rock, in their own core styles…

As for you guys Dave - maximum respect for all the Jane's (Janes as in Eric A on bass) stuff that I still worship - all-time, no doubt. Jason - you also have huge mana' (NZ Maori term meaning 'respect-commanding authority’). Tommy: more of a bendy-straw circus act than the drumming behemoth you claim he is, Dave (anyone who knows their drummers, knows he can't even shine the shoes of - say - Danny Carey). Gilby – you’re the bottom, duuuuuuuude.

I am a person who has music 'all up inside me' as Miles Davis once said - I listen to it from dawn till dusk, I write it, I think about it, I get off on it and all that other stuff.
And I wonder what Miles would think about this. Or Perry Farrell, or Lou Reed, Dave. Bowie, Lars/James/Kirk….Thom Yorke, Bill Hicks… the guys from Tool...all people who un-disputedly, truly 'rock'.

All who bother to have read this far, who want to really feel the hair stand up on their neck should check New Zealand’s Shihad, and while at it, Shayne Carter’s Dimmer and his phenomenal previous guise The Straitjacket Fits. If that sounds far too ‘small little unimportant blip on the planet’ for you, then maybe re-visit the artists above. Or Dave’s solo on ‘Stop’, the opening track off ‘Ritual De Lo Habitual’, or maybe Chris Cornell singing anything off ‘BadMotorFinger’.

SO:- to conclude why Rockstar Supernova gives me the shits? All you contestants….you all REALLY want the $$ and the fame; each and every one of you wants that end stuff. But each and every one of you wants to cut out the bitter-sweet ride there. Whores.

You hollow whores. The tragedy is, you are all probably good enough to get there, and really benefit from the roller-coaster in between. Without sucking the cocks of three boring old guys.

Remember – just because lots of people watch it, doesn’t make it good. It’s a shit cake with a sugar frosting. Dave...I really recommend you check the Straitjacket Fits. That’s rock.