I just saw a video on CNN detailing the various emotions that the Hulk and his ex-wife are feeling about their split. A pair of “analysts” waxed on the possible repercussions of Linda Hogan dating a 19 year old, while Hulk spoke to Larry King about his feelings.

This entire fascination with the Hogan family is sick and it doesn’t make any sense at all. Hulk Hogan hasn’t been relevant in the field of wrestling for 15 years and why anybody would ever find his family’s daily life interesting is beyond me. He’s just a yahoo egomaniac with a ten cent head. Who fucking cares who Hulk Hogan dates? Who gives a shit as to whether his wife is screwing a teen? His troubled son is just another dude in jail, and as for the daughter…well, FUCK IT.

In a perfect world, the entire family would be sent to prison on charges of gross vanity.

For years, friends of mine on the touring circuit would speak in reverent, hushed tones about the man they called Nightbeast, a roadie and TM for bands like Hawthorne Heights by day, but a one-man musical genius by night. I finally met the man, the myth the legend, Nick Nightbeast when he came through town tour managing Metro Station. We had some beers and bonded over being fat, bearded men in a scrawny boy world and I was instantly convert into a follower of the Beast. And I’m not alone: Nightbeast’s new full length, Inside Jokes for Outside Folks, dropped in stores everywhere yesterday and there were I’m sure, literally tens of people waiting breathlessly to purchase it. For those who weren’t though, might I suggest taking a perusal of the Beast’s Purevolume page, where the record can currently be streamed in its entirety for FREE? You’ll be glad you did.

I caught an amazing show in Chico last night. Three Portland bands played Cafe Coda. There were no local support acts, so the show wasn’t very well attended, but this didn’t stop Nick Jaina, Weinland and Norfolk & Western from putting their hearts into it and digging into their strings, horns, drums and woodwinds. Nick Jaina, playing as a seven-piece, stole the show….for me, my girlfriend, and three or four other people who were in there not working or playing in the band. Then Weinland tore it up as well.

Weinland had stayed at my house last time they were through Chico and shot a bit of video. I’m not much for sports, but drinking games? Solid. Here my room mate Paul Valadon explains to touring band Weinland (nee John Weinland) the rules of Putt-Putt Drink-Drink.

Be sure to check out http://www.myspace.com/johnweinland, as they will be on tour for the next seven weeks.