Working at KVSC in the music department, I’ve noticed a sad movement. Every year average people, with no discernable talent, spend a fortune recording atrocious music and distributing it independently to radio stations across the country.
In the music office, there is a window sill. On this window sill, spread out, is what is known as the “wall of shame.” Years before I came to work there, cd’s that weren’t merely awful started finding their way up there so everyone could see them. It takes a certain kind of bad, the kind that annoys you and makes you sad at the same time, to get on the wall of shame.

I really couldn’t tell you if Gunther is joking. Head over to his website or his myspace and check out “Ding Dong Song.”
Is that Aaron Eckhart Eckart in a wig?
Gunther supposedly comes from Swedish dancehalls (but he considers himself a “global citizen”). His mission statement on the Gunther site is to “spread the message of love.” I can’t really explain the music. It’s sort of like Ace of Base, but with those laser-zapping synthesizers. It’s all pretty much the same shtick of “You’re lonely, you need Gunther.”

I don’t know if you remember either 1987 (look at that guy!) or 1994 (seriously, check out the website), but Steel Wind brings those two years together nicely.
Formed in 1999, in Texas, Steel Wind has been tearing up the circuit, sounding a whole lot like Journey, if Journey really, really, loved Jesus.
The mullet, the stache, the rollicking guitar and praising anthems, in my head I’m picturing the band furiously racing to church. In a Thunderbird.

Rhonda just wants to have fun. She apparently also likes the sweet sounds of Jefferson starship. She has a few EP’s out (Bedtime Story, Fairytale Lost, Secret Anxiety, Country Breast, Jump in the Tub).
You like that chastity belt? Right on, cause you have to unlock it on the front of her website in order to gain entry.
I think my favorite thing about Rhonda is that in most of the pictures she kind of looks like somebody’s uncle’s sleazy girlfriend. You know, the one he picked up in a bar. Maybe she likes to make fun of his receding hairline in front of the family, and she’s only fucks him when he buys her jewelry. You know, Aunt Rhonda.
Did you know there’s a “Rhonda” resort (I suspect it’s her home)? Did you know that you could own your own “Rhonda” T-shirt?
Before you book her at your nightclub, keep in mind that she has questions/demands that need to be accounted for beforehand:
2) It is optional depending on environment that if you can set up LCD projector I
can background a cool slide show behind me for extra entertainment.
6) What will you supply? My starting bid is $5,000, which is inclusive to TWO
round trip air-flights, TWO days of food for two;, TWO hotel rooms, limo/cab
transportation, paying my Marketing Assistant/Manager for the SHOW.
9)What is the climate? Hot or cold? Anything below 75 degrees will
necessitate long sleeves for this Florida girl!
You see, Rhonda is above jumping in a van and touring every dive in the country in order to spread her fame and hone her skills. She just skipped right over the “learning” stages, and jumped right up to rockstar. You are lucky if she’ll take five grand from you to perform, my friend, you’d better have that limo ready to go!
Sadly enough, these discs are not available at your local record store. Or amazon.com. Or anywhere, really, except for the artist’s websites. A lot of them used to sell their discs on cdbaby.com, but now you can’t find any trace of them. All of these people said, “if they’re not going to give me a record deal, I’ll show them! I’m gonna make it big on my own!” They’re probably still waiting for that big break. Hang in there, you champions!
Jason Schueppert