Last Week...Paul, Chris and the Hall....

Let’s talk about Last week….

I saw the full R&R Hall of Fame 2013 Ceremony, and it was great. It pains me to say that, really it does. I spend a ton of time bashing them, but they actually gave props to fallen heroes in bands they don’t recognize. In particular, they actually said goodbye to Jon Lord (Deep Purple) and Bob Welch ((Fleetwood Mac – Solo Artist (read: welching out on a legacy – previous blog)) in a video tribute to fallen stars. I have to say it was very classy.

BUT…. Why the hell Deep Purple is not carved in every hall of your dumb house is amazing to me you stupid hall of fame. I digress… I guess you have to go with the devil you know and they finally got Rush right. I could have lived without Alex flubbing the acceptance speech, but hey, I‘ll take it even though I was embarrassed for him.

Along with the HBO Hall of Fame coverage, I went and saw Paul McCartney and Wings “Rockshow” at the I-Max in Pittsburgh Mills. It was awesome and I was very impressed with the re-master/re-release of the film.

I blog about the Beatles from time to time, but I do love me some Wings. Not everybody would go to the theater to see a show like that from 1976, but given the opportunity, I’m there. I forgave the studio overdubs about 5 minutes in, and just sat back and enjoyed it for what it was. I am sure it will be out on DVD very soon, and it is worth the price, so check it out.

Beyond that, I saw Soundgarden last Sunday. I love them, but I will not spend another dollar on Chris Cornell. I saw him last year at Carnegie Music Hall, and it was not great. I loved hearing Sunshower live, but I actually left early out of boredom after that. The Soundgarden show could have been better if they would just realize that they could benefit from actually playing hits and not deep cuts… That hurts to say, but they have an amazing catalog of songs we actually know. Just an observation, so take it for what it is.

Was it a good music nerd week? Yes it was!!! I hope that they all work out like that going forward. On the immediate radar is Frank Turner at Smalls, BARONESS at Smalls (so stoked), and Peter Frampton/Robert Cray at Stage AE.

If you actually read my blog, thank you… I know that my opinion is not always the most unbiased, but 2300+ views is not bad for a music nerd from Western PA.  Feel free to leave feedback.

Walking in Memphis.

Q. What do Elvis and Nago have in common?

A. We both have small houses.

I had some downtime this week between meetings while in Memphis. Consequently I found myself twiddling thumb and unwilling to stare at a hotel wall any longer. In an effort to keep occupied I rented a car and went to Graceland. I mean, why not? I am not a huge fan of Elvis or anything, but I understand that without him, my favorite band (The Beatles) never would have greased their hair and started playing Rock ‘n Roll. They all drank a steady diet of Elvis Kool-Aid, so certainly I could offer up one afternoon to my hero's hero. It only seemed right.

Is Elvis the King of R&R? I know it to be true that perception is reality, so why not? He was a cool alternative to the Light Jazz scene my grandparents dug, and he really did bring black music to the white popular culture of the day. He was puppy dog dangerous enough to break through to the kids, and also probably the first tabloid star (save the royal family). My generation listened to Slayer and Prince. In comparison, Elvis’s controversial gyrations were about as dangerous as chewing too much Big League Chew, but parents hating their kids music had to start somewhere.

 

Here’s what shocked me: Graceland’s main house is relatively small for a Kings mansion. Seriously, I know people with kitchens that make his look like it belongs in a single wide trailer. It’s just not that big. He had a bar and pool table in his basement, but in my town, a lot of people have the same. Elvis owned several TV’s, but so does everybody I know, so no big deal there either. I can say with 100% certainty that none of my acquaintances have a wall fountain in their jungle room though.

 

 

 

 

The Elvster bought into the 70’s like nobody’s business. Shag carpets, dark drapes, fabric covered ceilings and hardwood tongue & groove abound. I am sure all of his comforts were top luxury during his residency on this estate, and in his defense, the property surrounding the house was very impressive.

 

With all of the above stated it really is a tourist trap. Across the street from the mansion you can tour his planes (which were super cool) and visit all of the Elvis novelty shops complete with souvenirs galore. I purchased 5 postcards and 2 books of matches, spending a whopping $2.97 including tax on memorabilia. I fully intend to mail the postcards when I get back home. I am hanging on the fat Elvis meets President Nixon card though. I find it funny.

 

 

Musically, I like fat Elvis. His band was twangy and had a sound all its own, plus they fit the 70’s decade like a glove. Steven Tyler wishes he had the swag of the fat man back then. I digress…

I hope to find myself with nothing to do in London so I can mess with traffic on Abby Road, but it’s not likely this year. However, I will be back in Memphis soon, and if I again find myself with disposable hours I will visit Sun Studios, Gibson Custom Shop, and Stax. Beleedat!

One final note: Westboro Baptist Church is planning an Elvis protest at Graceland this Friday. God hates Elvis? It's a shame they weren't there the day I was, for you might have seen me on the news throwing postcards and matchbooks at them. Losers.

Deuteronomy 4:42

That the slayer might flee thither, which should kill his neighbour unawares, and hated him not in times past; and that fleeing unto one of these cities he might live:

When I was 12, Slayer was scary to me. That was some real demonic shit right there. It was blistering fast, by far the fastest of the Thrash bands in the day. It was poorly produced, which I knew back then as I struggled to hear any bass guitar in the mix, but man they were awesome.

Who doesn't remember the first time they heard Hell Awaits? It was then, and remains today, one of the best, if not the best, Metal openers ever. Da da da.

My bro Hinkle really loved Slayer. He was a huge fan. He would spend hours playing any Slayer riff he could muster on his crappy little one knob Charvel which plugged into a Boss Metal Zone pedal and amplified through a 1x12 bass amp. It was cool. We would practice Slayer riffage all day. I was still attempting to play drums back then, and asking me to play anything from Slayer was equal to asking me to break dance. It was above my pay grade, so we just stuck with the basics. The main drum pattern in Seasons in the Abyss was 4/4 easy (minus the fills), so we rocked that mostly. We even kicked around starting a thrash band. Jason Blake, who went on to sing for Domicile MK1, would scream his face off trying to sound like Tom Araya. We sucked bad, but it was fun. We called ourselves “Cheap Whore”.

Chris was not the only Slayer fanatic in my circle. John Muroski and I would write entire verses about dog food to the tune of Angel of Death. Kibbles and Bits, march through the kitchen to the bowl...Infamous, Supper, KIBBLES AND BITS! We used to make ourselves cry with laughter writing the silliest shit you could imagine. I never laughed so hard in my life. I miss that dude sometimes. If you see him, tell him I said ‘sup.

I have written about the Clash of the Titans before: how a bunch of high school kids piled into vans and headed out to see Slayer, Anthrax and Megadeth. The sad part is, it remains the one and only time I have seen Slayer.  I took them for granted. I figured I would see them again eventually.

I was talking with an old friend yesterday morning that went with me to the Titans show. He too never saw Slayer again after that show. He said that it was ok though, as it punctuated that period of his life and he can look back fondly on it. I am adopting that mindset as my own (thanks Seth).

It has been a week since we all learned the news of Jeff Hanneman’s death. It is an unbelievable story. A weird spider bite  in 2011 that caused necrotizing fasciitis, a Slayer fan Doctor that recognized the venom for what it was, a constant state of recovery and therapy that kept Jeff off the road and unable to play. A brief appearance at the Big Four, then not much news at all…. He was recovering, or so we all thought.

In the end it was liver failure that killed him.  It's safe to assume that the spider bite was the cause. He was 49. Not gonna lie, when I heard, I welled up. It took the wind out of my sails for a moment.

 

RIP Jeff. Thank you my brother.

MAIDEN BLOG #1!!!! (RIP Clive Burr)

Iron Maiden. Integrity.

To this day, there is no band like Maiden. No matter what, Maiden soldiers on with ferocity. They have seen ups and downs. They have seen some line-up changes. Through it all their core sound never waivers, and I have yet to hear anyone really rip it off successfully.

Facts:

• The founder/bass player runs Maiden with a Iron Fist.
• Their singer is a mad genius.
• They have too many guitar players, but they are all brilliant.
• Adrian Smith is a mutafuckin wizard.

Writing about Maiden is difficult. What points would you hit? I could write 6 Maiden blogs today, and still not even scratch the surface. For this particular blog and in honor of Clive Burr (who died on March 12th, 2013) I am going to focus on early Maiden.

32 years after Maiden fired vocalist Paul DiAnno, there is still debate about the voice of Maiden. The average Joe not exposed to Maiden doesn't realize or care about the significance of Paul's departure, or that Bruce Dickenson is not the original vocalist. However, because of the change, Maiden went on to become one of the top 3 Heavy Metal bands of all time. These bands have earned the love of the fans to the point of us refering to them by their last names only: Maiden, Priest, & Sabbath (with all due respect to Purple and Zep), like old friends.

The material Iron Maiden releases with Bruce to this day continues to define true Heavy Metal. Bedloved is an understatement globally.

Lesser known are the original players that helped craft the sound of Maiden.
Dennis Stratton - Guitar: Iron Maiden - 1980

Clive Burr - Drums: Iron Maiden - 1980
                                   Killers - 1981
                                   Number of the Beast - 1982

I still own an original Killers on vinyl. It is in plastic now, but I remember every nick and pop like it is part of the production. If I hear Murders in the Rue Morgue, I expect to hear heavy scratches in the intro, and to this day it is weird not hearing them. One of my favorite parts of this production is the drumming. Clive is a badass in his use of open high-hat and cymbals abound. His snare fills are simple but tasty given the tempo this barn burner is keeping.

Maiden singer, Bruce Dickenson compared Clive to Ian Paice. Dickens is quoted (by Wiki) saying:

 "Clive was the best drummer the band ever had. That's not taking anything away from [present drummer] Nicko. Technically, Nicko's probably a far more competent drummer than Clive. It's just that Clive had this incredible feel, and you can't learn that, and I regret that he wasn't given more time to try and sort himself out."

The story of Clive's departure from Maiden in December of 1982 following the Beast on the Road tour goes grey from there. The band says Clive's excess was the issue. Clive says he left the tour to bury his father who had died back in England, Nicko was brought in to fill some dates and Clive never felt like part of the band thereafter.

Band politics are what they are. I have seen the worst of it, and I have been the "too much excess" guy from time to time as well. There is some weird shit that goes down between musicians after they leave the practice room/stage. It is competitive by nature, which sucks, but unfortunately it's fact.

Maiden soldiered on without Clive.

Nicko McBrain has been a part of the landscape for so long now that Clive's contribution to Maiden is somewhat overlooked. Just remember: the intro, timing and fills on Run to the Hills and the entire Number of the Beast LP is Clive's work.

Clive Burr was diagnosed with MS in 1994, which eventually left him unable to drum and ultimately wheelchair bound. The following is taken from his wiki page:

 Burr was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, the treatment of which left him deeply in debt. Iron Maiden staged a series of charity concerts and were involved in the founding of the Clive Burr MS Trust Fund. Burr used a wheelchair because of his condition.

He was also the patron of Clive Aid, a charity formed in 2004. Clive Aid has continued to raise awareness and funds for various cancer and multiple sclerosis programs around the world through the staging of rock events.Burr attended many of these events.

Burr died in his sleep on 12 March 2013. He was 56.

Clive is no longer a prisoner. RIP and Thank you.

For more info on Clive, his legacy and his battle:
http://archive.classicrockmagazine.com/view/february-2011/32/when-drummer-clive-burr-was-ousted-from-iron-maide

Now I spend my time looking all around, for a nerd thats nowhere to be found.


Now playing:
Iron Maiden - A Matter of Life and Death (best modern era Maiden LP hands down - and one of my favs)

The great Hair Metal debacle.

It seems to me that over the last couple of years, the '80's hair metal bashing has somewhat subsided in popular culture. I dare say that I hear more and more of it's influence in modern rock, especially when discussing the "flavor of the day" bands like Asking Alexandra, who covered 2 Skid Row songs on the Life Gone Wild EP.

This is probably a natural progression, as just about all music nerds look back at the '70's disco craze with rose colored glasses these days, which was not even close to the case for a very long time after the "Disco Sucks" era of the early 80's.

Today, big Hair Metal festivals like Rocklahoma continue to prove that the genre is not forgotten. Poison still draws big numbers during their annual romps, and whether or not Bon Jovi admits it now, he was a Hair Metal king from 1984 through 1991. Same with Def Leppard and other bands that continue to draw (larger than club) crowds.

Beg your pardon miss, but you fancied those blokes as bloody wankers, didn't you? Cheerio!

Despite the fans, Hair Metal is still absolutely ignored and shunned by the elite rock media, hipsters and rock snobs abound. It is all residual damage from the implosion of a scene that was rampant with PG promises of a rockin' good time and dreamy fairy tale love. To them, Hair Metal's death was a mercy killing. As a rock snob myself, I partially lean that way these days.

I admit openly that I was caught up in this trend during it's heyday. Mostly because I became a pre-teen at the height of it (I turned 12 in 1986). However, Metal fans at the time were not as complex as today. I could like Motley and Metallica, and no one would bat an eye. Eventually Metal became something harder on the street level, and hair metal became all about the female fans.

With that in mind I can say that we as kids loved Thrash Metal (Megadeth), loved Heavy Metal (Iron Maiden) and liked Hair Metal (Dokken). It was not equal in value because we recognized cock rock for what it was. However the lines were not as clear as they are today in hindsight. Even the mighty Judas Priest fell victim to the trend.

Judas Priest in 1986



Somewhere along the way the Heavy definitely took a back seat to the Hair. Big corporate money began pumping out sub-par bands just to make a buck, which was sad. I did not understand it myself at the time. How anyone could call a band like Danger Danger "Metal" was beyond me. It was crappy pop music with a guitar solo.

By the early '90's, the trend became so diluted that it was hard to find anything heavy about it at all. My mind needed much more then the fluff of what Chest Hair Metal had to offer. Even the greats of the early '80's succumbed to the allure of big corporate ca$h.

Motley Crue 1983:

Motley Crue 1989:

It took 6 years to transform Motley from Hanoi Rocks evil little brother into Styx's sissy little cousin.
 

We all know the story from here: along comes Grunge and goodbye Hair. Heavy Metal retreated to the underground to lick it's wounds save the mighty Pantera from Texas. Pantera (themselves a reformed Hair band) showed metal fans the way, and no one looked back for many years. It was a time of expansion for the aging teens of the '80's, as all bets were officially off. I personally soaked up music like a sponge from all genres. I was always a metalhead, but it took me a few years to discover how good Metal had gotten from being underground (ie: Nevermore, Iced Earth etc...)

There again, the lines were not as clear at the time. Alice in Chains were a Metal band, right? Soundgarden sounded like Zep-Sabbath, and Cinderella became southern rock.

Nowadays I view it all with the wisdom of an old dude and the benefit of hindsight. I can separate the great Metal Cheese of the early 80's from the Marshmallow Fluff of the early '90's. I understand that Firehouse had as much to do with killing this genre as Grunge did. Somehow these dudes lost their way and ditched the devil for chest hair. For the record: Love of a Lifetime is a horrible song.

But I still scratch my head about how we went from this in 1980:

 

To this in 1990: 

It had something to do with LA and Aquanet, or so we are told.

Much of the popular music of that genre is still taboo to my ears, but when Ratt's Lay It Down shows up on my XM, I crank it. Same with anything off of Skid Row's Slave to Grind. I have never wavered in my love for Twisted Sister and if Dirty Look's Cool From the Wire were on my I-pod, I would play it right now.

In conclusion, I am finding that I am softening to parts of genre that I left for dead years ago. I can't promise that I will ever be able to not vomit when Danger Danger comes on the radio, but I will once again leave room in my playlist for Tom Keifer. If he can still write tunes, then why not?

 

More than nerds..... is all you have to do to make it real.

Currently Playing:

Michale Graves - Vagabond LP

Jason Newstead - Metal EP

CCR - Cosmo's Factory

Cancer Bats - Bat Sabbath/Bastards of Reality

Fast Times at Nago's Nerd Alert.

To me, the bands of the very early 80's were somewhat confused in their identity. Most of the big Rock acts of the day were not really metal, not really new wave and not necessarily ready made for traditional Top 40 radio either. The fashion was just as confused, but it was a bit of controlled chaos on both fronts and it made for a fresh time in pop culture. History tends to jump from Disco to Madonna, but personally I find the years in between to be pretty interesting.

Before I get into the best of that era, I want to briefly look back on how we got there.

In 1956, Rock and Roll was new, fresh and innocent. It may have scared parents, but the kids flocked to the excitement of it all, and why not? After all, it belonged to the youth and went against the conservative grain of the times. As vanilla as 50's Rock and Roll appears in history today, it was still pretty damn exciting back then. It also ushered in a new Fad for the masses: the cool kids.

In the 60's, everything was wide open for experiment. We had mop-tops, bikini tops, tie-dyes and birthday suits all within a few short years. No one had a rule book. The Beatles put out so much quality music during their several incarnations that even though they started out mop-top, they ended up legends. The cool kids were ready to be challenged, and pop culture delivered a revolution or two for them to devour.

The 70's got way more commercial, and so did some of the cool kids. Their collars got big and the shoes got tall. Polyester became clothing material and a few cool kids learned to dance. BUT, the 70's also gave us an underground, which made the way for a cool kid redefinition. Guitars got heavy and production became a craft. They weren't as deep as the generation preceding them; they did not want to change the world. They either wanted to party in the world that existed, or burn it down around them.

Enter the early 80's. The music and culture was up for grabs. Christopher Cross, Joe Jackson, The Police, Pat Benetar and The Go-Go's took the best and worst from the 70's and sold the shit out of it. Many superstars were rising as Jeff Spicoli waxed history with Mr. Hand. Some of the dinosaurs of the 60's and 70's managed to maintain careers through the transition, but Van Halen existed, and it was hard to compete with that.

Pop culture was ready for someone to come along and capture the disenfranchised youth post Zeppelin and Punk. They needed a voice, and Cameron Crowe delivered what was to become the first great high school teenage FU movie since Rebel Without a Cause. Fast Times at Ridgemont High set the bar pretty high with a format that is still copied to this day. It came along at a time where we could still be honest about teenage life in America, and not so frickin sensitive about how kids act (and react) to situations.

But, wait...Nago blogs about music, whats with the movie stuff?

This movie is filled with great music references even though the soundtrack mostly blows. Check out the track listing:

1. "Somebody's Baby" (Jackson Browne)
2. "Waffle Stomp" (Joe Walsh)
3. "Love Rules" (Don Henley)
4. "Uptown Boys" (Louise Goffin)
5. "So Much in Love" (Timothy B. Schmit)
6. "Raised on the Radio" (The Ravyns)
7. "The Look in Your Eyes" (Gerard McMahon)
8. "Speeding" (The Go-Go's)
9. "Don't Be Lonely" (Quarterflash)
10. "Never Surrender" (Don Felder)
11. "Fast Times (The Best Years of Our Lives)" (Billy Squier)
12. "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" (Sammy Hagar)
13. "I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)" (Jimmy Buffett)
14. "Love Is the Reason" (Graham Nash)
15. "I'll Leave It up to You" (Poco)
16. "Highway Runner" (Donna Summer)
17. "Sleeping Angel" (Stevie Nicks)
18. "She's My Baby (And She's Outta Control)" (Palmer/Jost)
19. "Goodbye, Goodbye" (Oingo Boingo)

This is a good example of how awkward the music scene was before MTV blew up. Unfortunately I am positive that it did not even come close to capturing the essence of this film.

Dude, where is the music that actually existed in this movie????

The Cars - Moving In Stereo
This song is iconic in this scene. They are inseparable. Phoebe Cates is still a goddess for her infamous pool scene.

The Go-Go's - We Got the Beat
The only Go-Go's song that I remember from the movie. A great movie opening track.

 

Led Zeppelin - Kashmir
Right before Ratner's first date with Stacey, Damone gives him the important advice: "When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on Side One of Led Zeppelin IV." Cue "Kashmir," from Physical Graffiti. FAIL!!!!

Sam and the Pharaohs - Wooly Bully
Spicoli says "Hey dude, I know that song" and joins the cover band on stage.

Somebody's Baby - Jackson Brown
The honorable mention is a song that actually made it on the soundtrack, Jackson Browns "Somebody's Baby". The scene is a 15 year old Stacey (Jennifer Jason Leigh) headed out to the Point to lose her innocence to a man much too old for her (after she lies to him about her age).

Other great music moments:
Damone tapping out Cheap Trick to a potential scalped ticket customer, who, is uninterested based on it being "kid stuff". Cheap Trick is maybe not exactly what you would call "In the Movie", but they are there in spirit.

Spicoli crashing a '78 Z28 while listening to Sammy Hagar

There are more, I am sure.... Watch the movie again and relive them yourself. I think I may do the same soon.

Call this Blog filler if you will, but respect what Cameron Crowe did years before Singles, Jerry McGuire and (my personal favorite) Almost Famous. This movie is "awesome, totally awesome".




Now Playing 02/26/2012:
Michale Graves - All the Hallways
Alabama Shakes - Always Alright
Frank Turner - I Still Believe
Bad Religion - True North
Grace Potter - Like a Prayer
Baroness - March to the Sea
CCR - Born on a Bayou



He was a hard headed man, he was brutally handsome...and she was nerdially pretty.

All I wanna do is have a one nighter with Ann Wilson, or is it Nancy?

Every now and then you hear a song that makes you think, "Damn that's bad, really bad", which leads me to question: why is it that the worst of the bunch will stay with you for a lifetime whether you like it or not. Why is it, that, in the middle of the night, when you wake up to pee, some stupid melody or riff is playing out in your mind? Why, when you are stuck on Peach Street at 7:30 AM, is a bad melody surfacing to your lips so steadfast that you feel forced to whistle its awfulness?

Recently, a song has been stuck in my head, and all I want to do is get it surgically removed (the song, not my head). It is so bad that even after 20+ years, it still has me dumbfounded about it's dumbness. A song so bad, that I must spend a few short minutes dissecting it via blog.

So without further ado, I give you a study into one the worst songs of all time, that steamy pile of crap "All I wanna Do is Make Love to You" by the one and only Heart.

It pains me to tear this song apart, it really does. Ann and Nancy Wilson deserve a lifetime achievement award for 1976's Dreamboat Annie, more on that later...

Lets start with the video:

It gets me every time. A story about a young lady picking up a hitchhiker, never asking him his name, taking him to a hotel and banging the bejesus out of him. They used no protection and she gets pregnant. We find out later that her and her husband (someone she loves dearly) could not conceive without the seed of this nameless stranger, so it's all good.

Oh, but wait.... Then it happened one day, they came 'round the same way. Dude was shocked to see the resemblance and recognised this lovechild as his creation. So she begs him to be cool about it?

Now, I don't know about you, but this scenario is unrealistic in that most shitty dudes would be like "yeah, cool, c-ya", and walk away thinking "whew, I dodged that bullet". I mean, lets face it, if this guy was "standing by the road with no umbrella and no coat" in the rain, he was probably a winner, right? How did he get there? What is the back story?

And therein lies the problem. There are too many holes in this story.

If the whole thing was not weird enough already, Ann takes it one step further. In an effort to emphasize how good the lovemaking was, she claims "He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily". Dude, that is just way too much information for a 1990's top 40 smash hit. And I love that she left him a note that said "we walked in the garden, we planted a tree". What the hell kind of innuendo is that anyway?

She is lucky that all she got was pregnant. They probably cut the HPV verse out of the song.

One more thing: Nancy wanking her guitar in the video, is funny shit.

On to the wic-wic-wiki.

No surprise here: Mutt Lang wrote this pitiful excuse for bim. Heart has since disowned it saying that it was too commercial, and they did not want to do it (but they probably didn't mind cashing the checks, nah-mean?).

Here's something interesting that was news to me: It is a cover song of another bad song, well sort of:

Turns out Mutt Lang wrote this duck for Don Henley in 1979, but Henley turned him down (gee, why?). So Dobie stepped up to the plate and knocked it out of the park. Proof that you can't shine a turd? Yes, I think so.

Mutt recovered from this fail nicely. He went on to record such classics as Back in Black, Pyromania and Foreigner 4. Still, his melody from the '70's lingered until he forced the Wilson sisters to re-record it with new lyrics. Whooptie-flippin-do.

All of this is great, but why has this song been wedged in Nago's head? It may be because of my Broseph, Base,who  keeps sending me texts with lyrics to this gem. Here's how it usually goes:

• Go into office
• fire up e-mail
• check phone
• read messages
• first message says: Image his surprise, when he saw his own eyes. 
• forward message to family
• move on with day  

I love my friends. They keep me grounded. lol.

I just can't leave it on this note.... Here is "Crazy on You" to wash that crappy taste out of your mouth. Why can't this be stuck in my head in traffic?

Nago 




All I wanna do is make nerds with you.