There must've been a serious tee-vee lull last Fall that somehow turned Rock Star Supernova into our household's guilty pleasure of choice for a couple of weeks. It was all good campy fun, right up until the end when they picked this sputtering chimanzee Lukas Rossi to win. (I mean, I like my pleasures guilty, but liking this guy would border on masochistic.)
When we though that Dilana was going to carry the contest, LeeAnn and I even toyed with the idea of buying tickets for the followup tour's stop here in Columbus. Thankfully, we thought better of it. So, apparently, did ¾ of Value City Arena. To add insult to injury, Jason Newsted wasn't even there tonight (on account of 'injury'—or maybe he finally found sobriety.) Whew. I'm so glad we didn't go to this show—camp value or no, swimmin' in a crapfest still stinks.
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