Good Charlotte, bra.

So for some reason I’m actually taking the time out of my day to listen to the new Good Charlotte CD, Good Morning Revival, and of course it sucks really fucking amazingly bad. But the thing that sucks about Good Charlotte even more than their music, is the fact that I can’t really ever rip on them without feeling bad, because I’ll be god damned if Joel Madden wasn’t one of the nicest dudes I ever interviewed. At the time, they had just put out their first record, which I had of course reviewed rather harshly, calling it among other things, “wet seal punk.” Someone then told me that they saw a video of Good Charlotte where one of the guys had “Wet Seal” written in sharpie on his t-shirt. Whether or not that’s true or not, I still have no idea. But after interviewing homeboy, I felt like a dick about talking shit, and I told him so, and he was pumped and even e-mailed a couple times randomly after that to say what’s up, which was nice considering I was just some lopdick college kid in Buttfucksville, CA. But then he started banging up on all sorts of hot gash and selling 18 billion records and I haven’t seen him since then. But I’m sure he’s still an alright dude, even if his fucking new CD licks the sweat off my Dad’s balls and dick.

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