VH1, as we all know, makes some of the best worst television. For instance, I Love the 80's and that breed of show is terrifyingly bad in its construction, but somehow compulsively watchable. I will readily admit to watching each episode multiple times, if only because there isn't anything else on the television. I mean, shit, S and I even watched the two-part horror that was I Love Toys.
To that end, I find myself obsessed with Supergroup, VH1's "metal" celebreality vehicle. This can be explained by two things: a) I ADORE Sebastian Bach and b) I ADORE Scott Ian. How these two men came to be on the same reality show I'll never know, but it's like a Rock-God fest for me. I'm pretty sure that I could (and will) watch each episode multiple times, just so I can see those two men in action.
And let's be honest, Sebastian Bach is an odious creature. He's really kind of a sexist jerk, actually, but there's something about his puppy-like eagerness to be liked that I can't get enough of. I love him on Gilmore, and I love him in real life. Now, Scott Ian, on the other hand, seems to be somewhat of an intellectual. I may be wrong, but that's how it seems. He even said that he didn't understand the point of strip clubs, which wins him many, many points in my book. Sure, his beard is ugly, and I hate Anthrax, but if you put Scott Ian in front of me right now, I just might fawn all over him.
In fact, Bach and Ian mitigate the horrorocity of the Nuge and that Evan dude who is married to Tera Patrick and makes all kinds of porn. Jason Bonham is a non-entity at this point, because he's maybe said five words in the entire hour we've watched. Anyway, why would you want to be a drummer if your father was the best rock drummer that ever lived? I mean, sure, Ringo Starr's kid, yeah, be a drummer. But when your dad is John Bonham, you might want to pick a different instrument.
Regardless, I know where I'll be on Sunday night (okay, I'll actually be at my little brother's graduation party). But symbolically, I've got my ass planted in front of the TV watching Bach and Ian prance around Las Vegas.
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