At Gheorghe: The Blog you can count on us to break the news, quite badly sometimes.
The results are in, and they're . . . we'll, they're in. Last you saw a Rock Hall headline, Dave Matthews Band won the 2020 Fan Vote overwhelmingly, with over 1,000,000 votes cast online. So that means they're in (and Rob's happy), right?
Ha ha.
Ha ha ha.
It means DMB got exactly one (1) ballot put into the mix with their name on it. Among 1,000. What a colossal waste of time for the legions of fans that figured they could will DMB into the RnRHoF with their "voting" or perhaps their "bots," to keep the recent rules-bending theme going. The lesson: there is no rhyme and reason to the Fan Vote, and it's a typical situation for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. What would you say?
Anyway, let's go to the big board.
So what did we learn? Well, other than that the Fan Vote is a crock of dancing nancies, we learned that I'm getting to know these jokers.
I pegged DM, the Doobies, Whitney, and Biggie.
I backed the wrong proto-punk act when I said MC5, not T. Rex... and MC5 now stands for 5 nominations without entry, while T. Rex had never been nominated. They gotta be pissed.
I picked the wrong member of this co-headlining tour... I went sentimental, which they do not do in the RnRHoF.
I thought Judas Priest was worthy. But I guess I've got another think comin', or another "thing" comin' if you're Rob Halford. Maybe that's why they kept him out.
That's all for now. I'm your G:TB (Gheorghe: Tiger Beat) roving reporter Whitney (no relation). Rock on.
It's been a busy week for the Whitneys. We had a team conference call yesterday, and whew, there's just a lot going on.
Whitney Houston, still the most famous Whitney among us despite leaving the World o' Whitneys in 2012, was celebrated once again last week on what would have been her 56th birthday. In addition, a Hologram Tour is being planned -- you know, in which you would go to a Whitney Houston concert even though she died seven years before. They say:
In a BASE Hologram production, audiences are not watching a show, they are drawn into an ultra-realistic experience where fantasy becomes reality. More importantly, they are interacting, applauding and enjoying the production together, which is the basis for all communal entertainment.
It's akin to what we are doing at this year's fishing trip with Dave not being able to make it, or when you can't see Rob because of the fairly tall bar at Tortuga's.
The band Whitney,last spotted in the Gheorghie Dome in a 2016 post that included a felchy video, has a follow-up album set to release in two weeks. It's called Forever Turned Around, and it features the lead single below, "Giving Up." The falsetto is still there, and it's the same variety of pleasant sleepop that will put a little spring in your . . . bed so you can get those precious moments of REM (the sleep, not the band).
A. Whitney Brown, last seen blogging politically a couple of years ago, apparently gave that up after the cataclysmic election of 2016. But just last week, he appeared in Austin with Lauren Hough and Shannon McCormick for a public reading of Volume II of the Mueller Report. So there's that.
Eli Whitney, generally regarded as the most important among Team Whitney, reported to the group that he was still dead, as was the modern usage of his cotton gin. Frankly, this member of our unit has been coasting a bit of late and could use some newsworthy action to surround him.
Whitney Cummings, comedienne extraordinaire, has been all over social media the past couple of days. It seems that sometime recently she accidentally posted a semi-nude picture of herself on Instagram, deleting it quickly but not quickly enough to keep some scoundrels from capturing it and threatening to make it public unless she paid them. Coolly, she turned the event on its ear by posting the unabridged nipple pic herself. Amusingly, fans and strangers have responded by posting embarrassing and/or nude pics of themselves. And if she engineered this stunt as a promotional tool, then color me impressed. The full pic is here, for you pervs.
Gheorghie Whitney, well he's still here. Thursday is his first day on the 26th Annual Outer Banks Fishing Trip. Today, meanwhile, is his last day at his current job. After eight years working for a nonprofit serving people with disabilities -- his role being to find and create jobs for people with disabilities -- it's time to move on. The new gig is in workforce development and involves talent development. The "talent" isn't what you think, pervs. It's a reasonably high-profile position for him, locally speaking, and there may be some resultant absence and/or pseudonymmetry at G:TB ahead. Perhaps not. There will certainly be plenty more 3rd person usage.
Anyway, like I said, it's been a heck of a week in Whitney World.
Founding Gheorgie Whitney hasn't been seen or heard much around these parts in quite some time. Some say it's because he grew up and put away childish things. Others that he's simply too busy to make his way to this remote corner of the blogosphere. (Still others can't believe we still use the term 'blogosphere'.) Clarence, who probably knows him the best, generally tries to change the subject when it inevitably comes up.
We think we might've solved the mystery, though. Whitney was always into music, and as the lead singer of Random Idiots and several side projects with Greasetruck, Almighty Yojo, Dave, and others, he perfected an everyman vocal style that was at once relatable and not all that good.
That's all changed.
Last month, Whitney released a new record. His voice has risen to a Bon Iver-esque falsetto, and the production values have improved significantly. His band now features horns, noodling guitars, and a melancholy affect, as evident in his first single, 'No Woman'.
While none of the guys in the band look particularly like the Whitney we know, the prominent use of Pabst Blue Ribbon in the video is a dead giveaway.
Whitney plays DC9 in Washington on October 6. If that's not a great opportunity for a mini-Summit, then I don't know what is. Maybe we can get Clarence there, too.
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