Lead singers in rock bands always tend to be the “hot ones.” The one the chicks salivate over, throw dirty bras on stage for, and reserve their eggs for, specifically for some drunken-groupie evening in the back of a stuffy, smoke filled tour bus.

Lead singers scribble their names on pieces of flesh, deflower virgins, and tally threesomes on the frets of their guitars.

For the lead singer, it’s a pretty sweet life (minus the heightened risk of a flaming case of herpes).

Now, do the same rules apply when you’re a chick lead? Do men send flowers, or throw baseball caps on stage? Do they wave their balls around for women to sign with a Sharpie?! Or is it just women that act that ridiculous?

It seems to me that female fronted bands would be intimidating, since any chick who can hang with the likes of Aerosmith, Guns ‘n Roses, and current crazies like Panic at the Disco and all of those, “boy bands with thicker eyeliner than me” type groups would have to be: bad ass.

I feel it’s time to salute the women who can “hang”, who have possibly signed a scrote (or two), who have rocked the mic, and who have been “hot lead singers”. Even if we don’t give them the appropriate title, it is necessary we give them an “ode”:

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Say I have bad taste in music; say I am so not a hipster. But I miss the good old days of cheesy, catchy, can’t get it out of your head, ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ pop music.

Sure the bubble gum pop craze got slammed by the critics as unoriginal/awful/insert any bad name you can think of here. But face it. What music do you pre-game to? What music do you run to at the gym?

Not Jack Johnson. Don’t even kid yourself.

We all know that screaming, dancing sing alongs to ‘Everybody (Backstreet’s Back Alright)’, ‘It’s Tearin Up My Heart’ and all the other boy band music hullabaloo is what makes taking that 5th shot so much more fun.

You may have dissed it at the time but admit it, you miss … Read More »