"I had a period in my life in the 90s where I was young, dumb, and full of even more dumb." — Scott Weiland
Let’s get one thing straight — I love a shit talker.
Despite my own good nature and belief that there’s rarely anything gained by belittling someone or their achievements (Welcome to In Defense Of, where we locate the positive in impossible to find places!), there’s a certain level of braggadocio that’s like catnip to me. So
|Scott Weiland, trumpeting his own greatness, no doubt.|
God, what a son of a bitch.
What a son of a bitch, right?
Well, I’m hear to defend that beautiful son of a bitch and the sons of bitches with whom he cut six studio albums. Now, I’m not trying to go to bat for every one of those, but I'll dive right in to the material after I venture a few thoughts as to why STP became so reviled in the 1990s and whether that’s a sustainable position.