Stacey's PEEVE O'THE WEEK???

That's right, those are question marks! And, no, there will be NO Peeve O' this Week. Why, you ask, weeping in disappointment? Because I am far too gleeful this week, posting shameful photos of you guys. And because I'm working on next weeks Peeve, which will be controversial, full of photos, and spectacular!!! You could call it "peevetacular!" So, tune in next Mon, or even, gasp, Sunday night??? mmmm, probably not.
But, because you DO need your dose o' negativity THIS week, I have decided to critique one of the craptastic-ist songs I've heard in a damn long time. Here goes...Nickelback's "Rockstar"...

I'm through with standin' in line
To clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me
(Yeah, so tell what you need)

I'll need a.. a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there done that)

I want a new tuned bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, ha ha)

I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
Today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
Drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar


I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
From a Pez dispenser


Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip synch 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong

[Chorus AGAIN Pllllbbttt!]

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

Oh, hell, what's there to critique? It's such a piece of crap you can figure it out for yourself. I mean, is there an original thought here ? It's just cliche after cliche after stereotype. Plus, is it supposed to be ironic, or what? Aren't these pathetic looooo-zers already rockstars? I don't get it. Not to mention it sounds like some chainsmoker singing in the Nashville cancer ward. When I first heard it I thought for sure it was some crossover country song, by Big and Rich or somebody. That could be a huge insult to them, I don't think I've ever heard anything by them before. It just sounds like it fits.
So, write and say "Amen, sistah" or lemme know if you LIKE the damn thing, if you dare. But it's still a pile of poop. Sez me.
And tune in next week for my stunning post, which I'm not totally sure I SHOULD post, but I figure I'll be dead in a few days anyway, as soon as Leslie sees that picture. So, oh well!