Oh how I love thee, Scott Wyland and the Stone Temple Pilots

House bands are the staple of many a good lounge. As a political operator, I try to host many of my meetings in dark and formerly smokey places like the Chez Nous . Now there’s nothing wrong with Roscoe or Soul Power, but they aren’t my top choice for mood music. After last night’s show all I can think of is STP.

Here are 7 reasons to love STP in the form of a lame love poem. Enjoy.

Oh how I love thee, Scott Wyland and the Stone Temple Pilots
1) You, Scott, stumble on to stage in a three piece suit and cowboy hat and promptly fall and almost knock over the entire drum kit.
2) You, Scott and the Stone Temple Pilots, bang out with incredible force a set list that includes innumerable hits.
3) You, Scott, proceed to disrobe through the show.
4) You, Scott, throw nearly everything you get your hands on into the audience (e.g. clothing, bullhorn, towels, etc)
5) You, Scott, clearly ignore the advice of loved ones and medical practitioners and continue your heroin habit.
6) You, Scott and the Stone Temple Pilots, remind me of the limited happy days of my adolescence.
7) You, Scott and the Stone Temple Pilots, provide me with more than one song to populate my “getting’ luck play list.”