For highly unfortunate reasons that I won't go into, I actually saw Van Halen when Gary Cherone was the lead singer. Words that I use to describe that experience include "sad," "uninspiring," "depressing," "bedraggled," "pathetic," "hugely stupid," "waste of fucking money," and "bar none the worst concert-going experience of my entire life and I'm even including all those painful, wince-inducing, hippie-strewn open mic nights I went to when I lived in Eugene."
Lunging about on stage, Van Halen didn't look like rock 'n roll party dudes. They looked like someone's dad trying to dance.
If King Kong had appeared and beaten the four of them to death with that giant microphone it might've at least been worth the hundred bucks that some of those sorry suckers in the audience paid.
Fuck you all... These guys have more talent in their stool softened shit (yeah they are getting old) than any of your current, no talent fucks you call musicians today. Everyone has a bad day, and of course the hetero-haters at this fish wrapper would find it. I guarantee you there's no cum-gargling, Glee watching reviewers out there that would disagree.
Or, at the beach, etc. The possibilities are endless.
Lunging about on stage, Van Halen didn't look like rock 'n roll party dudes. They looked like someone's dad trying to dance.
Also: poor Michael Anthony.
They should be detained indefinitely.