You know, that just sounds like a nice way of saying he didn’t sound great.

[ He grins, and it’s clear that it’s not a real critique. Bob’s got a unique voice, just like Ozzy. Often imitated, never duplicated, and while Eddie can hold a tune, he’s well aware that he’s no Bob Dylan.

He gives the guitar and his hands a quick break, choosing instead to take Anthusa into his hands, chuckling as the creature attempts to bite at one of his rings. He’s already had to steal his shinier valuables back from tiny hoards being formed by the other hatchlings throughout the day, but Anthusa doesn’t have quite the same level of energy. ]

So, uh…I’m gonna tell you right now that anything that came out after…oh, March 1986? Yeah, that’s probably gonna be brand new to me. Because when I was a child? Let it Be was a fresh release.

[ Sure, he was only four, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember the sound of Across the Universe playing from his mother’s record player for weeks on end. A lot of his earliest memories involve music. That’s probably why it’s so easy for him to place it in the same category as breathing and eating. ]

I’ve heard a bit, though. Guns N’ Roses, Danzig, Soundgarden…the stomach-churning sounds of Metallica selling out. [ Don’t talk to him about St. Anger. ] But not the Wallflowers. What sort of sound do they have?