You know why? He loved it what he was doing. That came from the heart with joy. And you know what the Hassle-bladder radiates? The opposite. Total joylessness. I'm not sure he's even alive in there. A man like that, saying such mean things? I learned an expression tonight for a man like him: shut it-shut IT or I am going to caulk that mouth shut. Or at least that's what it sounded like, phonetically. Maybe you should have an Amoeba show like this, and the criteria can be similar, but all of it - from Amoeba judges to the audience, have to be there with love for the art in their heart.Even when my heart is filled with sorrow, and every bone defeated? I can be uplifted by what is pure and real. That is the kind of show only you at Amoeba can do. And none of the Smashing Pumpkins or The Hasselhaters can come around. Because they have no idea what it's about, if they ever did. Shakira Boy coming out that screen within Paul Potts shows you that what matters in music can never die. The joy of making it, from the heart.I think about our collective future, I look all over and see who is running things, and where Sharon Osbourne runs the show like tonight- there is love and hope, someone who can recognize passion and love and purity. Then I look to where Hasselhuffy is running things and I see failure, meanness and a total lack of joy and love. Find your joy. Even if it's only 6 of ya, find your joy. Boy Shakira has something so lovely, that it be taken. This infuriates a Hoffer, nothing but dust in his heart and some coins in his pocket.

three words: HOT ASS MESS

Excellent. What does Hass know anyways? He eats hamburgers off the floor.