Yowp. The gauntlet has been cast down, and I feel oddly compelled to respond. (The especially odd thing about it is that my response isn't "No way in hell.") Though I'm not sure I'll get onstage; here's the equation:

{Amount of alcohol required to make Vidiot lose his inhibitions to the point where he'll sing in public} < {amount of alcohol required to make Vidiot slip into an irreversible coma}

But we'll see. If I can get the evening off work. (See, kids? Always leave yourself an out.)

In other news, Mark Hasty is throwing down a different gauntlet and listing the worst ten songs of the past 25 years. I'm not even going to try -- the memories are too painful -- but y'all are welcome to tackle the topic yourselves. (Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?)