Storm is attempting to stare into the dark recesses of my soul. The joke's on her... I watched an episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians the other day, so my soul's been dead for at least 72 hours.

A few years back, Survivor producer Mark Burnett took a second crack at turning his Rock Star concept into a franchise with Rock Star: Supernova. Unfortunately, the formula that had worked reasonably well for Rock Star: INXS –bring in a bunch of struggling, professional vocalists to compete for a shot at fronting a big-name band– fell flat in its second iteration. Some might attribute that to the brief period of reality-show backlash that hit the country at that time; personally, I think it had more to do with  the fact that there’s only so much excitement to be had in watching people struggle for accolades from Carmen Electra’s ex-sex toy and two walking footnotes (Gilby Clarke and Jason Newsted), while simultaneously trying to work out how many girls in the audience were going to be new hepatitis patients before Tommy Lee left the building each night.

But there were a handful of bright moments on the show, most of which were provided by one Storm Large, a blond bundle of tatted-up, maniacal energy and awesomeness encased in Wonder Woman’s body.

She even had a kick-ass original piece that she launched on the show, one that –when paired with JD Fortune/INXS’s Pretty Vegas from the previous seaosn– pretty much justified the production’s entire existence.

Stupidly, Storm was voted off the show much earlier than warranted, and I despaired of ever seeing her again. Like the other twelve people who watched the show, I completely lost track of her… until earlier this week, when I stumbled across her blog, and on it, one of the greatest music videos ever shot. Behold the wonder that is Eight Miles Wide!

It’s a piece from her one-woman show, Crazy Enough, reimagined visually as a mashup of “a Massengill douche commercial and a Dr. Pepper commercial”, demonstrating right there why the video would rule even if the song itself were complete ass.

Fortunately for all of us, that’s hardly the case… Storm has crafted one of the decade’s finest Cheerfully Filthy Songs, right up there with Liz Phair’s H.W.C.

You’re welcome.