Wherein Ray discovers his Bacon Number

I've finally done it: I've discovered my link to Kevin Bacon, and it is indeed less than six. I finally found my connection through my friend Grace. Not only did she connect me, she connects me in short fashion. I'm gonna have to kiss a lot of bottom to get much closer. Anyway, one's Bacon Number is however many steps one is separated from the Baconater (I coined that before Wendy's, I have the paperwork to prove it.), in terms of movies and other such. So what is mine?

This illustration explains it crudely yet effectively.



In detail:

I (RAY LOCKMAN) know Grace from Western Kentucky.
Grace knows Friend Whose Name I Cannot Remember from high school.
Friend Whose Name I Cannot Remember's house was used by Bon Jovi for their "(You Want to) Make A Memory" video. (previously blogged about out of frustration)
Jon Bon Jovi was in U-571 with Tom Guiry.
Tom Guiry was in Mystic River with KEVIN BACON.

Ta daaaaaaaaa.

Jumping the shark

Ever wondered what would happen if a rock star one day said, "fuck it" and gave up? Even if you haven't (you haven't), I found the answer.



Man. Bon Jovi was once the biggest, most kickass rock band on the planet. Now, this. It's 4 minutes of moping, brooding, and preening by a band that's all commercial appeal and no soul.

Hell, as recently as 2000 or so, they were pretty awesome. As overplayed as it was, "It's My Life" is a pretty awesome song (which I just realized I should download). But this...this makes the 80s kid that I never was cry.

The real Bon Jovi is no more. Somewhere, a pack of girl with teased-up hair and giant bracelets mourns their loss.