Give My Bones To Billy Gibbons

Facebuster Nation, it was with great trepidation that we initially considered the much-vaunted "Celebrity Booking" angle on Monday Night RAW. Coming, as it did, from the mouth of the ever-dreadful Donald Trump, we reasonably assumed the worst. Clearly, this was another half-baked scheme from the back of th' McMahon Scheme Vaults to further dilute, bowdlerize, and otherwise cheapen the (dubious) purity of our beloved wrassle-wrassle. When Trump was (anticlimactically) fired at the end of the two-hour KFC commercial that was his tenure as RAW Owner, we were sure that saner heads had prevailed and the Celebrity Booker would be rightfully consigned to that "Dustbin of History" we've all heard so much about.

Well, we were wrong, and we were wrong.

Now, I won't make any claims as to the quality of recent guest hopes (Dibiase kind of stank the joint up, and I missed the Seth Greene thing entirely), but this week... oh, man. ZZ FUCKING TOP?!?!?!?!

This should be one of the finest rock/wrestling crossovers since th' Three 6 Mafia handled announcing duties for Wrestling Society X.

For the doubters among you who are perhaps wondering why someone with my admittedly impeccable indie/punk credentials is getting all giddy over the bearded grandpas who wrote "Burger Man", please refer to the clip above: "Letter To ZZ Top" performed by the incomparable US Maple. Please note the lineage: ZZ Top plus Freddie Blassie plus Beefheart begets US Maple. ZZ Top plus Lester Bangs begets the entire city of Austin. And ZZ Top Plus RAW equals me getting wrecked on cheap lager and blasting "Tres Hombres" while watching RAW with the sound off.

I'll let you all know how that works out for me.