Seven 9s and 10s

Hypochondriac’s Of The World: Unite!

I walked into the K-2 computer lab, ready to service one of the desktops.

Roughly twenty 1st graders sat clicking away - their darling young faces illuminated by bright LCD screens; their heads gently cradled by giant plastic headphones - as Reading Blaster assaulted their senses.

In the back of the room sat the teacher and her assistant - the latter wearing large sunglasses despite the fact that it’s currently February 13th in Rochester, NY and we haven’t seen the sun in approximately 5 months.

"Oh good, are you here for my desktop?"

"I am! Which one is it?"

"It’s #20, on the end of the row there."

That’s when I first hear the sound. It echoed forth from the back row like a shotgun blast in an empty cave. I held my breath, made my way down the row, and took my seat at the computer. A few seconds passed before another shot rang out, this time closer. Too close, in fact. Right behind me.

"You’re going to want to get out of here as soon as you can! This whole building is sick!”

As I turn to acknowledge the teacher’s warning, I’m assaulted by a third explosion. The attack had officially begun. I looked directly behind me and saw an adorable little girl wiping her nose onto the pink sleeve of her Dora sweatshirt. Before I could turn back towards my computer, another shot was heard from across the lab. Then another, from the same area, but definitely a different weapon. Within moments, the lab was filled with a deafening chorus of filth.

"She’s got pink eye!"

She. With the sunglasses. Of course.

Quickly, I repaired the computer and stood to make my escape. The air in the lab had become thick with invisible bacteria and viruses - unseeable by the eye, yet unavoidable by the immune system - like the countless billions of galaxies that mankind has yet to discover across the vast, cold, and dark expanse of the universe.

My eyes plotted the quickest path to the exit before my brain remembered that I had just been touching keyboards and mice that live in the warzone - each of them hundreds of times more infectious than any of the 3-month old magazines that rest on the table at your doctor’s office. Without breaking stride, my brain took command and rerouted me to the nearest Purell dispenser. Calmly walking past it, I silently pumped three squirts into each palm, exited the lab, and began my defense.


Van Halen

Fair Warning

Van Halen - Unchained

3:30 for March 30

"Come on Dave, gimme a break…"

In my eyes this might be Eddie’s most impressive riff. Above all else it highlights the fact that he is more than just a virtuoso lead guitarist; the rhythm guitar performance is what makes this song so special.

Also… I absolutely love that his guitar is hard-panned to the left channel for the whole song while the rest of the band is centered throughout.

Scholvin Briefly Reviews Van Halen's Latest


[…] While I still fervently hope that The National Bon Mumford Brothers and Wine all feel sharp Gotyes in their kidneys every time I press play on this record, I believe that even if I haven’t been made ill by all that pussoir nonsense out there, I’d still listen to this on its own merits. […]

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Van Halen - I’m The One - Guitar Track


This is incredible. Sure, there are a lot of fancy tricks - and a hell of a lot of notes - but it’s Eddie’s sense of rhythm that steals the show, especially in the chug-a-chug-a verse sections.

I don’t think anyone would ever say EVH is underrated, but I’m not sure the man ever truly received the recognition he deserved for being the only guitarist in one of rock’s most influential bands. His ability to switch from rhythm to lead in the blink of an eye, and switch back just as quickly, has never been equalled.

I'm The One

Van Halen

Van Halen

Van Halen - I’m The One

It’s amazing that Van Halen peaked with their first album yet somehow managed to grow in popularity with each subsequent release.  Each album had a few great songs, but only Van Halen was perfect from top to bottom.  I can’t think of many other bands that could survive such a long, slow decline.  Can you name any?