Remember this tool shack?
If you don’t than consider yourself lucky. Way back in 1998, this waste of flesh won the MTV contest, “Wanna Be A VJ?” He beat out Dave Holmes..whom you may know now from FX’s DVD on TV. Holmes at least for starters is a human being with an everyday man persona that is quasi likable. I’m not sure what sewer tunnel or what used up trashy uterus that a had one night stand with Steven Tyler’s guitar tech’s brother that this mother fucker crawled out of, but he definitely should get back inside it. He was on MTV all the fucking time that year, you just couldn’t get away from him. How did this ever get allowed to happen!?!?
Oh, but it gets worse.
MTV let him record an album. Just to prep yourself TCM has included this review from the website, www.allmusic.com who is pretty straight forward and unbiased when it comes to their music reviews:
There may be more irritating fringe figures in the history of rock & roll, but none are worse than Jesse Camp. A spoiled suburban rich kid who decided that acting as if he were mentally retarded would be wickedly funny, Camp rode MTV’s manipulations into quasi-stardom, including such ridiculous highlights as gracing the cover of Spin magazine. Since he had wormed his way into celebrity, only one thing was left — have him produce something of substance that would sustain his fame. Hence, a recording contract and his debut album, Jesse & the 8th Street Kidz, a record that sounds as if it was released in 1989. Yes, Camp is keeping the hair metal flame burning in the nine-nine, complete with big, stupid hooks and big, stupid lyrics about “Wasted Youth,” “Griftin’,” “Sloppy Kisses,” and “Summertime Squatters.” He never turns the volume down, slowing a little bit for a power ballad with Stevie Nicks on “My Little Saviour” (which of course begs the question, what exactly did Nicks do to deserve this kind of punishment?). At times, the music is catchy, but most of the time it’s simply irritating, since Camp’s singing is every bit as grating as his persona. Perhaps this is just one big joke or perhaps Camp’s love of pop-metal is ironic, but it doesn’t change the fact that this record is unbearable.
Score another one for MTV!
