Suicidal thoughts? Don't look here, then

My "don't think - just type" thoughts on the Red Hot Chili Peppers are as follows:

1. When I was 16, I went through the motions of liking "True Men Don't Kill Coyotes," as the times demanded, but was never really sold on it.

2. I actually liked Mother's Milk.

3. I worked at a printing plant after my final college flunking/dropping out and the head press guy (probably about 38 in 1992) bought a copy of Blood Sugar... because of the anthemic qualities of "Under the Bridge" and then went on to say how the rest of it sucked. I hope he's doing well somewhere. If I could get him his moolah back, you know I would.

4. "Soul to Squeeze" from Coneheads is the only RHCP song I might here in, say, a J Crew outlet store and say "Hmm, these wistful changes in the chorus...not bad..." and make the Sil from Sopranos face.

Anyway, Kiedis can't sing, Chad Smith probably does guest commentary on EPSN2, Flea ruins the first ten minutes of Let's Get Lost, whoever the guitarist is this week - I don't care...oh, and they almost had Jesse Tobias as a guitarist in 1993, and he went on to marry Angie from Frente and write songs for Morrissey, of all people.

That is about all I know on Red Hot Chili Peppers without thinking about it, really.

So, if so little of my brain space and even heart is given over to these, why did this picture make me want to jump in front of a mail truck?














Discuss, if you have time.