Why this doesn't seem sketchy at all!

Can't imagine how this could get weird...

I hate guitar center

For oh so many reasons. If you have never had the "pleasure" of shopping at the largest chain of instrument stores on the west coast then you have missed some sweeeeeet strip malls for one. For two, if you ever do i recommend counting backwards in your head from 60 and see how far you get until something pisses you off. i usually make it to around 30.
whether it be the unhelpful yet pushy sales force trying to upsell you to a kickass BC Rich

when all you wanted were SOME GODDAMN picks and strings (the only thing worth venturing to GC for, and even then i sometimes spend the extra ten-fifteen dollars to buy strings somewhere else). While he strokes his fucking goatee and tells you about his band that he is listening to on the boom box behind the counter (true story, mostly).
i swear that every salesperson's nametag should just say Dick on it.
Also they seem to know less about what they are selling than the folks at Radioshack which is mind boggling, and worse because they do not have the blank stare of a Radioshack employee that does not give one shit about their job, oh no, they will argue with you no matter how wrong they are. Because they, after all, can play the solo from november rain or some garbage on a JCM 2000 when they have some down time at the store.
and the customers.
i have been to my fair share of GC's up and down the coast and even in different states because it is like fast food, and when you are "on the road" you sometimes HAVE to eat taco bell. CONNECTION: both taco bell and GC give me stomach aches. How droll Seth, hahahaha, ohhhhh. where was i?
Ahhh yes the customers. Be it the pimply faced teen playing the first few bars of smoke on the water OVER AND OVER. The old guy who is testing out a brand new crystal clear Gallien Kreuger by playing Rush(almost everytime). Or the bro-dog with the backward baseball cap playing a "shredding" solo while his girlfriend, who has a ponytail and sometimes a baseball cap, stands there looking bored.
From the bad music, to the cheap equipment, to the untold pounds of bad facial hair, Guitar Center is a crappy place that should be stayed away from as much as possible.
Thanks Steve for getting me started on this one!

"punk rock" hair, isn't.

First off the google image search for "punk hairstyles" sucks, just wanted to put that out there. It is as if US Weekly were actually in the computer choosing what is considered a "punk hairstyle" So no images this week dear readers of which there are possibly none left due to my less than frequent posts.
Back to the hate(read opinions). There was a fellow who wore all black, and had bondage belts, and looked down on people less "punk" than him. Which was, well, everyone. Where am i going with this? just wait and you will find out do not rush me, its hard enough just trying to come up with an opinion these days. Jesus.
He had perfectly two toned hair. It looked professional it was so perfect, that must have taken literally hours to do. Hours that could have been spent smashing the state or starting an anarcho-syndicate commune or something. You know who else spends hours on their hair?Rich people and old ladies, are they punk? sometimes. i am the first to tell you that i am no authority on what is punk but in my opinion something so contrived can hardly be called punk, he might as well have gotten a damn sex pistols shirt from hot topic at the same time he was purchasing his "manic panic"(here is where i opine that the sex pistols suck, so obvious)
And "liberty spikes"? do you have any idea how much time and effort that takes? neither do i. they look stupid and i do not have time for that, too busy putting studs on my leather vest for hours at a time. Bi-hawks, tri-hawks exponentially more silly. i know it is fun to play dress up you little scamps, but it takes a special sort of man-child to do it every day and with that much conviction. Everyone needs a hobby i guess...

I think i willed this into being.

It's so beautiful i might cry.
First! a little bit of history on malt liquor. When malt liquor was first being made it was marketed to middle and upper middle class suburban white folk. which is why two of the oldest, Country Club and High Life have such high falutin names. This of course changed over the years and i won't get into that here because of the socio-political ramifications i am not at ease to deal with in my little "blog".
Second! Miller High Life is malt liquor. Not always a well known fact. 5.5 alcohol content. Plus it goes down smooth.

Last fall i spotted this on a 12er of 12 oz.s and this year we receive the gift of 16 oz.s clad in a take on woodland dpm that uses beautiful fall colors. Camoflauge (the pattern not the malt liquor, that might get dangerous) and Miller High Life two great tastes that taste great together.

Thanks Christine for snapping the photo with your future phone!

This is what happens.

When you don't use something it atrophies that is pure 100% without a doubt science (author is NOT a scientist). This is seen when somebody breaks a limb and it gets all creepy and mummy appendage looking after it comes out of the cast and is also seen in the way guys dress. dudes have just not cared for too long and all of a sudden one day something FUCKING AWFUL happens and dudes are just all, "Oh whatever i don't care what i wear anyways this is good as anything else." (Note: that sentence should have been read in the low pitched dummy voice, you know the one, when you're mad at somebody. If you read it any other way go back and read it again.)
BAM!!!!!!!!
No dear readers i did not just throw up on the screen. And i didn't mean to startle you but seriously how did this happen?(i know i say that a lot. think of it as a theme.) How did dudes get tricked into this shit? they won't spend money on pants that fit but they will buy something with gold ink and jewels on it? That costs like 100s of dollars? It's worse than badly pre-worn jeans. Maybe not, i will do more research on that and get back to you. Anyways, THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!!! Because all we know how to do is fuck it up and throw garbage on it. It's like a trainwreck covering douche bags bodies. i can't deal with it. i hate you christian audiger for making the world a crappier place.

P.S. I know that things white people like said white people like hating ed hardy clothing. But seriously you don't have to be white to hate these clothes, you just have to have eyes (no offense to any eyeless readers.)

Union square 08-20-09

Saw a really tan couple with shopping bags from the Uggs store and Christian Audiger's Ed Hardy store. vomited in mouth a little.

Dairy Products i will never buy Part III/drinks that are bad ideas Part II

I know i promised the malt liquor review but this is some stop the presses gross dairy stuff.
Currently being tested in New York IN THE FUCKING SUMMER, a fizzy milk based soda pop with cutting edge graphic design (hilarious Anchorman jokes aside milk really is awful in hot weather. trust me). Fizzy milk is already an idea that makes my stomach clench up then adding fruit flavors to said fizzy milk makes me want to just get it all over with and preemptively vomit just so whatever else i ate or drank does not mix with Vio on the way out. And once again i am left wondering, How do you not spoil little milk drink? Have you made a pact with the devil and somewhere in an attic there is a portrait of you getting more and more curdled by the day?
Whatever the answer i am counting myself out on this one.

Hey! flickr, art/sociology students, tourists.

Just stop. For gods sake. No more "artistic" photos of homeless people, and definitely no "studies" on them anymore. i am calling it off.
Thanks Chris for the idea for the image! And thank you photoshop for being magick.

Dairy products i will never buy Part II

Why of course i am thirsty barkeep that is why i entered your establishment in the first place.
Try something new? Well sure variety is the spice of life they say!
Well it sure is thick, and creamy, what is it made of my good man?
Oh, cream.
And it's alcoholic?
I don't mean to tell you how to do your job sir but does that not mean that this cream is FUCKING SPOILED.
ew. As most of you well know i fucking love ireland. But there was some real hard-up drunk bastard in the past who had a ton of sugar and rotten milk and just needed to get wasted no matter the explosive diarrheal costs. And Baileys was born that stomach churning, headache bringing night.
That being said; if it is 3 in the morning i would probably drink this, but never buy it. i have standards but i live by that old idiom "standards were made to be broken" or whatever.
Next up! The first annual Summer Malt Liquor Review!

The warmer, softer, comfier face of crippling depression

It might just be me but snuggies feel like you have just really gone and given up on life. And unlike a ponytail which just shows your contempt for the world (or the need to play sports whilst sporting long hair; read, contempt for the world) snuggies seems like a dark sad sad place that you may never come out of and you do not care who knows it. Oh i know what you might say "Why Seth it is merely a backwards bathrobe. Surely there can be no harm in that? We all love bathrobes."

Loving bathrobes i will not dispute with you "friend" but the purpose of a snuggy is to be able to do things around the house while never leaving the comfort of your banky or bank bank or whatever the hell you called your blanket as an infant who didnt know how words worked. This regression to adult-child state is uncalled for. And it gets gross when you add spilled dairy products, salsa, coffee, jam, crumbs, tears, soda, toothpaste, fruits, blood, veggies that have been cooked too long, cigarette ash, chutney, beer, embalming fluid, you get the picture. So not only are you stewing in your own juices on the inside (gross, i know but i am TRYING TO MAKE A POINT) you have a nice fleecy outer layer soaking through and marinating your sad body from the outside. Also you look like an overgrown child playing in your dads clothes, or if you are a child you look like a child wearing a snuggy so thats two strikes.
All of this snuggy-hatin' just comes back to the fact that i do not like the way polar fleece looks, ever. Vests, North Face jackets, Patagonia, San Francisco jackets that all the tourists end up wearing because they think they are going to california and it won't be cold. All of them just look silly and kind of like pajamas, and pajamas are not to be worn out of the home even to the airport and especially if they say Juicy on the butt (gross, i know but i am trying to make a point).
SO lets wrap up todays opinion. 1. No snuggies, have some self respect that keeps you warm and comfrotable too (Note: The author only KIND OF thinks this, like maybe 35-40%.For warmth and comfort see malt liquor posts first.) 2. No fleece unless absolutely necessary. 3. Pants with words on the butt kind of make me queasy, and not in the good first date way but in the i might need to throw up soon way.

That smile never touched her eyes trust me.


You Look Stupid inside!

You look stupid outside too!

Snuggies supports bad parenting.

I have always thought...

that dogs that look like this little fellow, or any number of waterdudes (thanks Dawn! but especially thanks Cam'ron!) like him.
Look like little dogs that decided to dress up in dog costumes. i said this to a lady in the park once and she replied "what?" so i repeated myself. then she walked away, what she had meant to say was "fuck off" but seriously if you get something as cute as a dog you have to put up with people saying all sorts of dumb shit. "whats your name?" "Who is this?" "Is this a doggy?", and on.
Also i think that people should not buy dogs when there are so many strays, just doing my part to make the world a better place with my highly trafficked blog.

Hip Hop songs about dances need to stop.

Seriously, it has gotten out of hand. that soulja boy song was the real nail in the coffin, i mean that record exec that made that a reality seriously shit the bed. If i could perform a necromantic ritual in which i brutally murder soulja boy with a dagger made of, oh i don't know obsidian traced with silver, i would. this would be a two part win! First part soulja boy would be dead, PLUS!!! Second, the reason i would be doing this ritual obviously would be to bring Notorious B.I.G. back to life, not like zombie biggie, i am talking full resurrection.
i just saw the video for swag surfin' and it bummed me out. Not as bad as stanky leg. i mean for gods fucking sake we DO NOT need five verses about doing the stanky leg, it might as well be the god damn hokey pokey. THE HOKEY POKEY SHOULD NOT BE IN THE TOP 5 OF ANYTHING.

Seth Babb Hates "Sasha Fierce" R&B Post II the Hate strikes back

DISCLAIMER: i have not heard the whole album.

That being said...

Put a ring on it is bullshit. Written by the dream(whom i FUCKING LOVE by the way, seriously dude knows what to do almost always. Umbrella? Perfectly crafted pop with a hook that could catch an orca. Falsetto? Not a dry seat in the house. First album amazing, second album so good so far my friend. Put you to bed is stuck in my head at least twice a week-eek-eek. And unnecessary guitar solos in r & b is a PLEASURE (not a guilty pleasure haters))

That being said, the "alter ego" of one of the crafts most obvious ladies is boring as shit. Sasha Fierce is a dance floor diva who knows what she wants, and she Fiercely wants you to marry her according to the first single. The second single whose name i do not even know proper, but i believe might be called "Diva", or "annoying chipmunk sample repeating diva OVER AND FUCKING OVER" does not even have the star power of the dream to back it up and is disjointed confusing and at the end of the day stupid. "Diva is a female version of a hustler" Soooooo some word is the female version of a word that doesn't really mean anything in the first place? Awesome, you must feel empowered and good about how bad your beats are. What the fuck happened , Knowles? are you pulling a Garth Brooks where you make something shitty to hopefully boost your "real" career? except it actually worked and more people are stoked on your lacksidasical fake-self than your actual self that sang songs that other people wrote that werent complete garbage. That last sentence was not the best prose i have written, i am willing to face facts. But seriously, how did this become one of the only things they play on 106.1 KMEL when they used to have such high standards?(Note: They never had high standards). You should probably just play survivor and crazy in love from now on because those are actual songs and not just bad choruses wrapped in bummer like the latest singles. 

OPINION 2!!! Fuck Bay to Breakers. I love drinking in public MORE than the next man{Drinking in public post COMING SOON(try me rookie)} But this is irresponsible and unaccountable. Also Tangre got ran over by a naked guy once, lame. 

What tastes good with malt liquor?

Sadness. But also 7up! This here is a delicious little summer ditty to whip up for those picnics or days on the roof, or hell why not, how about a bbq? 

Ingredient 1.

Some might call this a "way of life" and not an ingredient, those people are wrong. While tasty, refreshing, good at any time of the day, and AWESOME it is merely just the nectar of the gods and nothing to base a philosophy of living on.(Note:i do not believe anyone has ever called it a way of life.) Ingredient 2 is 7up like i mentioned earlier in case you forgot already. but i will not put a picture of that here. 

SO you put cobra into a glass about 2/3 full and then add the soda to the rest of the glass and you my friend have a party in your mouth. or you can just drink the cobra down to the point where the bottle widens out and then add the soda to taste!

And if you really want to you can add Sparks(original of course) or Four Loko tropical! malt liquor plus malt liquor equals neat. get creative! 

(trying this limits all liability of sethhasopinions or seth himself if you wake up under a car)

Enjoy the warm weather!

Extra Opinion! i dont really like warm weather. makes me sleepy and sunburnt. 

Malt Liquor post I.

So i failed okay? i missed two posts out of what i said i would do. i am not cut out for this blogging thing i guess. Also i have said some things i cant take back, i called four "foul" before i had really given it a chance, a knee jerk reaction based on a stomach jerk reaction. Four Loko Fruit Punch flavor is delicious, i mean really really good. And i love the Camoflauge can. Four loko might be a little bit too much, i mean half would probably be great like 12 oz. or even 16. But 24 is a bit of a sweet sweet kick in the teeth, and the gut. But man is it good. Like sweet sweet malty malty candy. Just try it, hobo hawaiian punch.
Thanks Stormgrenonpaper.blogspot.com for the photo of the Four.

Dairy Products I will never buy part I

Dairy kiiind of creeps me out sometimes and there are a few items that actually just disgust me. This is one.
Seriously? Yogurt in a plastic tube? are you fucking kidding me? What genius thought "Oh! Otter pops should be congealed dairy and not frozen!"
I know kids are stupid but what the hell are they doing slurping disgusting pink/green/purple glop into their already childhood obese mouths? whose idea was that? of course all of those colors appear organically in nature in the form of...oh wait, no they don't.
This is not the jetsons folks you cannot get your daily nutrition from astronaut goop and pills(lord knows i have tried).


And this? i don't even need to say anything. You know what you've done.And this? might as well just take it as far down as possible...

Blog Seger and the Silver Bulletin Band

Some things just dont work out...yesterday was friday day two and i already done fucked up. So two posts today to try and salvage any self respect i might have had before i let myself down.
South by Southwest is going on now and that gets me thinking about tour and that LOGICALLY has my brain thinking about Bob Seger.
Dude was a rocker in a rock band and he let you know it. By writing songs about rocking, touring, and touring in a rock band, stick with what you know i guess. And he was very good at it (opinion). But one thing that never sat well with me was big rock bands singing about how tour is sooooo hard. If its that hard dont do it (metallica i am looking at you) there are plenty of people that love tour and i am one of them, minus those couple seizures, i am also very good at it. So while i do not have the boogiewoogie bluesy chops of Mr. Seger i at least know that i will always be better than him at touring. So take that mr. heavy music. Also it is kind of a bummer that Silver bullet got taken by Coors as the nickname of THE WORST BEER EVER. Hey Coors the "heres to twins" ad campaign is just disgusting. Not just because i am a twin, but because the sexualizing of twins is the sexualizing of fucking INCEST. Is that what gets you hot coors? Sisters? Together? Shame on you you fucking creeps.Thanks Chip for the title and the inspiration on this one!!!

Drinks that were bad ideas...part I

Non-alcoholic of course...
I mentioned Orbitz the other day and nobody i was around even remembered what that was. So this is informative AND an opinion, an informapinion, if you will. and i will.
Orbitz was just what everyone wanted on a warm day. fruit flavored soda with very little carbonation and flavorless chunks of jelly floating in it like an hundred dead baby jellyfish (minus the stingers mind you). My twin brother and i would joke about how a friend of ours would drink this in the morning to wash back his deeeelicious hostess breakfast cakes. which were also gross, and which he actually ate, like a doughy mass of high fructose corn syrup and congealed vegetable oil (may contain lard) couldnt find a picture of those so i decided to paint one for you, with words. SO we would say something to the effect of "You going to have chunk soda with your slopcakes this morning?" It just seemed like a fitting combo, and come to think of it might have happened once...
So there you have it. Orbitz, bad idea. Hostess breakfast bars, gross.Love,seth

Slow and Steady Wins the Race...

(opinion)NO IT DOES NOT, fuck your tortoise revisionist history. seriously, i have been far too slow and not so steady on this here blogspot, lets see you try to drink and go to work on a regular basis and see what happens. and if i had been steady...not winning the race. SO i start a new chapter on this here blogspot with new posts EVERY DAY until next Wednesday(sooooo exchiting for ALL FIVE of my readers). thats right every goddamn fucking day from now until next Wednesday. just to see if i can take the heat or get out of the nonexistant interwebs kitchen. slow and steady does not WIN THE RACE EVER. Dairy products, malt liquor, Starcom, and so much more... xoxoxosethrobertbabb

ps. hey jealousy, be still my heart.

Year Of The Gentleman, yes please.

I love radio Hip hop and R and B, a lot, it's pop music on the grand scale at this point and how can you not love that? The answer is pretty easily sometimes, but i am not one of those people, trust you me.
And while many of my friends have given into the pop-tastic awesomeness of current radio hip hop (i mean seriously folks, when that album drops they might as well just turn off the radio and play it over and over and over because that is basically what is on the radio anyways.) They cant seem to get on the R & B train with me. Which, by the way, has silky smooth velvet seats free champagne and the best dressed staff you could ever imagine.
I am not here to wonder why that is though, this blog is about opinions, namely mine.
It all started when the tape player in my car broke, and much like the tape player i was broke so never got around to fixing it. So i started listening to the radio every time i drove. one day i was listening to the oldies station as i was wont to do and the DJ was talking between songs and in his obnoxious as hell DJ voice(radio DJs you will get what is coming to you too, Opinion Style!) said "Can you believe this? The number one song on the R & B charts is Actually called 'Feelin' On Your Booty' Can you believe that?"
Well Mr. Jackass radio DJ Douche bag i could and still do believe that. In fact i karaoke it quite frequently. Is anybody karaokeing any song you wrote? unless you are Greg Kihn the answer is NO.
So i stopped listening to rock radio in my car. Coincidentally this happened at the same time 107.7 THE BONE started playing shit like mudvayne, Creed, Ratt, and pretty much every other garbage offshoot of metal(Opinion) So not really that big of a loss.
BUT i digress. This led me to have a love for top 40 r & b that i never before knew i had. because NPR gets a little boring sometimes quite frankly.(Opinion)
Anyways i love Ne-yo. Not the character played by Keanu Reeves in the wildly successful Matrix trilogy, but the prolific R & B singer/songwriter who was named AFTER the character played by Keanu Reeves in the wildly successful Matrix trilogy.
I mean dude writes his own songs and hellof other peoples songs and they are almost always GOOD if not GREAT. Slick production, great pop sensibilities and the lyrics arent always stupid which is about as good as your'e going to get this day and age. (Opinion) Also the dude knows how to dress! Watch the "Hate that I love you" video (if you want to see Rihanna walking around in her undies) and tell me you don't dig his style.
I know what your'e thinking "Ne-yo is just a broke ass Michael Jackson." first of all don't fucking talk that way to me on my own blog because i made this shit, and B the MOST broke ass Michael Jackson out there is, in fact, Michael Jackson.

Songs that are bad ideas part number 1

Valentines-ish Post!!!
And i am not talking about "bad" songs because that is subjective and furthermore (thats right furthermore) it is BORING. i know i have bad taste just like everyone else. So this (hopefully) running post will have to do with songs that put bad ideas into your brain. i am not talking about now i wanna sniff some glue crap either because the ramones are goddamn boring and while necessary in the grand scheme of things actually NOT very good.(opinion #1)
SO today i was listening to love the one your'e with. The Phyllis Dillon version of course. Not that you would know that, so i figured i would clarify.
"if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with."
THAT IS A HORRIBLE IDEA.
Anyone who knows me knows that i am pretty much "down for whatever" i mean my middle name might as well be "free love" but i know for a fact that if you love someone and then go about "loving" not that person but the one that you are merely with, shit will eventually hit the proverbial fan. the proverb i speak of is the one where david sings to g-d about not letting shit hit the fan of course. Not good advice in my book. i would go so far as to say bad advice.
So before you go basing your lovelife on something a bearded bloated alcoholic fellow wrote in a drug/alcohol/limousine induced haze, think about what the consequences might be.
Next week! R and B!!!!

i am REALLY trying.

i shaved my moustache, ran around the block, listened to Pantera "Vulgar Display of Power", did jumping jacks, jump roped for heart, drop kicked a baby koala (just too cute), and ate some non-spicy food and i still cannot think of a goddamn opinion. i have let you all down, friday and nothing for me to opine upon...fuck.
SO if any of you (and i mean any of you hundreds out there) remember something that i have ranted about or will rant about this weekend help me out by remembering. It takes a village people. God bless.

p.s. if you work for t-mobile stop calling me, i dont get paid until the 15th.

pps take that England, you will DEFINITELY get what is coming to you in this blog someday soon and just wish that you had stayed under that blizzard.

Who let the clogs out? or Where my clogs at?

Lets change it up here folks.
Lets do something crazy.
This post is about something i really like. Just so ALL of you readers don't think that i am a bitter person full of piss, vinegar, vitriol, and hater-ade. Here's the deal, anyone who knows me can attest to how fashionable i am but i have a little bit of a secret, that isn't really that secret. i love my clogs, that's right clogs. i in fact have two pair(or puhr as it were).
Bam!
And i am completely unashamed, they make my back feel great and my feet feel like they are walking on a pillowy cloud of ergonomic support. It started when i had some sort of job i can't quite remember for about two years. Eventually i was wearing them around the house and even (*gasp*) camping. But never on the street that is where i draw the line. You will know if i have given up on life if you run into me on shotwell with a country club, sweat pants, slicked back hair, leather vest, and my danskos. In that event throttle me to death with whatever is handy and leave me to die because it would be what i want. Until then! If you are over at my house and want to try on a pair of these babies just let me know i have an extra pair just in case.

Now back to the bitterness...








THESE ARE NOT OKAY.
Especially decorated, but especially in public, or on families. You look even more like an over grown child than you did already in your one size fits all cargo pants and Abercrombie hat.
It's like if you enjoy pooping on your partner, i am all for that, hell my middle name might as well be "feel good revolution" (Note: Do NOT call me that) but keep it at home where the bacteria doesnt get spread around like it does on the street where i live(more poopy than average trust me.) If you must wear crocs, and i understand if you do, leave them at home with the fuck swing for gods sake.(special thanks to jessica beard for the inspiration for the second part of todays title.)

Hey! Hey! Hey! Shut Up!

My rock group Stirling Says
traveled down to the dirty south of beautiful California with the also beautiful
Finest Dearest
What a time we had! boy golly, boy howdy. I mean where to start???? The money? The drugs? The stadiums?
Anybody who missed it missed spectacle on the grand scale. Costume changes, an elephant, take that of montreal, AN ELEPHANT. But mostly just the advent of the idea of apprecibation which i will tell you about when you are older.

Opinion: If you ask someone to help you set up a show maybe you should watch them play after you do that. If you don't you will not get said show when you email them a month later. Hell you won't even get a reply. It was a small room folks we could literally see everybody and were NOT too drunk to not notice (for once).

Opinion 2: Any of you that know me know that i LOVE Sparks and other malt liquors(but thats a story for another post.) i will say this, Four Max is the GROSSEST energy drink malt liquor, hands down. I know a lot of people have made the claim that sparks tastes like coooough syrup(imagine that being read in a whiny falsetto) but this actually tasted like cough syrup, but with none of the "legs not working" fun of getting tussed. So of course i had to finish it, after a little teeny bit of vomiting up the chimichanga i ate earlier, it was done never to be done again.They misspelled the name, it should have been foul max.

Opinion 3: i got to see my grandma which was pretty neat too.

Woah kid do not touch that.

Get that kid away from that thing!!! What are you trying to teach that poor child? That "world influenced" funk-rock from berkeley is okay? Because it isn't. And that my friends is opinion number one for this post. Unless the parent is telling their little one that the ONLY reason a five string bass was made by god in the first place was for Mary J. Blige songs (opinion 2!), and he should stay away from this thick necked beast of an instrument like it was a non-ironic Big Johnson shirt. unless this pasty little kid wants to end up wearing backwards kangol caps, tank tops, and listening exclusively to King Crimson and Dream Theater, maybe Rush, he needs to step away from the 5 string bass.
ALSO, just because you can play a bass solo DOES NOT mean that you should.

Six string is completely out of the question.

Testing, testing 1..2...

Why am i doing this?
a: because i have opinions.
b: its a better way to spend slow days at work than googling myself.
c: PROFIT.

Opinion number one: Whoever designed this halfway house is a jerk. Like a giant hypo mainlining scenic 8th St. Call me overly sensitive but isn't it a little fucked up to design a building that looks like a syringe for people trying to recover from drug addiction. Maybe the architects idea was that it would draw them in...whatever way you look at it not cool.

Extra opinion for the first post: Sarah McLachlan is pretty good if you ask me.