This Easter weekend has been one of revelations for me.  I am down in Ocean City, MD, where it has snowed twice.  This is, remember, two weeks into the spring.  The birds and the geese are completely confused.  Maybe they heard that global warming would be able to offer them an unseasonably warm spring, rather than 37 degrees and three inches of snow.  Perhaps instead of global warming, Al Gore should call it "Nature's Acid Trip".  Anyway, while driving around following old people in PT Cruisers going 2 miles under the speed limit, I came across some of the local radio stations.

When you live in the Philadelphia region, you take for granted how much people in that area love rock music.  There is still an emphasis on newer frat boy date rape rock, but the radio stations are coerced to force feed us that garbage by the four levels of parent companies on top of them who are inherently in bed with the greedy record companies.  When you get down to it, almost every Philly DJ is a classic rock fan at heart, and even when they are playing the newer stuff, they are mindful of the greats.

Now this doens't mean that I think all new rock sucks.  Just most of it.  I wish that there would be twenty new bands who knock our socks off this year.  I also am not asking for a new Pantera, or Guns N' Roses, or even Rush.  I would just love to hear some original music.  That is why I enjoyed Linkin Park when they first came out.  They were relatively original, they broke the mold of the three, four and five piece rock band, and they only had one single that really pissed me off (Crawling). 

That is, until now.  I heard their latest single in my car yesterday, and for lack of a better term, it was sterile.  There was no edge.  I didn't pump my fist once.  It was about as edgy as a dull butter knife.  What has happened to you Linkin Park?  Since there are no cool pictures or videos of LP, I have included this Public Service Announcement about Spousal Abuse, portrayed by two children playing tea party.  Enjoy