Imagine, for a moment, how sick of your singer you have to be to fire him or her -- especialy when there's still a shit-ton of money to be made out of sticking with the douche. Back in February, Stone Temple Pilots confirmed yet again that Scott Weiland was a bigger pain in the ass than a serious bout of hemorrhoids, and announced that the band had "terminated" him. Since then, things between Weiland and the other three (Eric Kretz, plus Robert and Dean DeLeo) have gone -- how can we put this? -- crazy pants. (Yet somehow, they're all still performing -- Weiland has a show at the Fillmore next Friday, June 7.)
The initial termination itself wasn't even a straight-forward process, with Weiland first denying that there was any truth to it (he claimed: "STP has not broken up. I
haven't quit. I haven't been fired"), and then publicly objecting to the move with all of the articulation of a butt hurt 13-year-old: "Not sure how I can be 'terminated' from a band that I founded,
fronted, and co-wrote many of its biggest hits, but that's something for
the lawyers to figure out."
We thought back then that Weiland had reached a new low, dignity-wise. Was this guy seriously trying to stay in a band with people who hated him so much they didn't even fire him in person? He was sacked via press release, for crying out loud -- a one-line press release at that. (Bitchy much?)
Then, starting on May 18, new heights of hatred from the band and new lows in the realms of dignity (or lack thereof) from Weiland were achieved. First, Kretz and the DeLeos performed at KROQ's Weenie Roast and Live 105's BFD with Chester Bennington from Linkin Park on vocals. (Side note: this really makes us wonder just how much Weiland put these three through over the years. Not just because this show was basically a giant metaphorical boot in Weiland's face, but also because, of all the vocalists on earth that STP could've hired, they went with the straightest-laced one in existence. No one is cleaner than l'il mouse-faced Chester Bennington.)
As if that wasn't enough, the band then filed a lawsuit against Weiland for, well, sucking in all of the exact same ways you'd expect him to -- drug problems, showing up late to Stone Temple PIlots concerts, poor performances, yadda, yadda, yadda. Then, last Friday, the fun truly began with a post Weiland put on his website
, whining and bratting out about the Weenie Roast show.
"First of all, they don't have the right to call themselves STP because I'm still a member of the band," he says in the open letter. Uh, no you're not, love. They fired you in February. Remember? Now the one with no personality from Linkin Park is the singer for Stone Temple Pilots because they'd rather have bland than your crazy ass.
Weiland goes on: "They don't have the ethical right to call themselves Stone Temple Pilots because it's misleading and dishonest to the millions of fans that have followed us for so many years." If there are millions of fans that have followed STP since the very beginning and still give a shit, we kind of think they deserve personal medals for tolerating all this nonsense for so many years. Seriously, fans, aren't you exhausted just watching all this primadonna drama?
It's at the end of the letter though, where Weiland really throws everything he can at this. It starts with nonsensical defiance ("I don't give a fuck what they call themselves..."), falls into immediate contradiction ("...but it's not Stone Temple Pilots"!) and suddenly drops into passive-aggressive heartbreak. "Don't give up on STP," Weiland closes. "I know I haven't."
Maybe Scott Weiland should
give up on Stone Temple Pilots. Come to think of it, maybe Stone Temple Pilots should give up on Stone Temple Pilots. Bands who've already lived the best years of their careers are never as good when they switch out frontpersons. Even with someone of Chester Bennington's stature involved, this is still just going to feel like really-talented karaoke.
Yes, Scott Weiland is a raging dickbag and has been for years. But if you can't make Stone Temple Pilots work with him in it, then you should probably just not be a band anymore -- especially a band that's already carried on way past its sell-by date. Give it up, Stone Temple Pilots. Give it up, Scott Weiland. And, finally, give it up, Chester Bennington -- are you really this hard up financially?