Kid Rock recently was placed on probation for an assault at an Atlanta waffle restaurant. (I’m assuming "waffle restaurant" is a euphemism; if it occurred within a quarter-mile of an I-75 off-ramp, I’d bet you any amount of money which waffle restaurant it was.)
Evidently, he also spent the entire summer of 1989 singing "Sweet Home Alabama"; I suspect that fact, coupled with his recent criminal conviction, would get him branded as another S.E.C. outlaw in some corners of the blogosphere, but, alas, Kid Rock is a Michigander.
None of that, though, is my reason for this edition of "Completely Unrelated." My purpose is instead to ask this question:
Admittedly, I am particularly partial to Warren Zevon, but, still, isn’t the drop-off in expectations comparable to what one feels when what initially seemed to be "Under Pressure" wound up instead being nothing more than "Ice Ice Baby"?
Yes, I just likened Kid Rock to Vanilla Ice. The longer you think about that, the more the analogy will make sense.