Going to see the Crue...
Tomorrow is the big day. Motley Crue.
Why?
In all honesty, growing up, I always kind of looked down my nose at bands like Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, Poison. (Fucking Poison. I carpooled with this chick who played nothing but fucking Poison. I wanted to put cigarettes out in her eyes). I was raised on the Beatles for Christ's sake. I had no time for these make-up wearing, big haired freaks with their gay lyrics about smoking in the boys room. Jesus. What? Are these guys 12? (Yeah, I've since figured out what that song COULD actually mean.) Then I puberty, and suddenly the wonderful world of the Power-Ballad opened up and I was sucked right the fuck in. I found the lyrics were totally talking about MY life. Or, more accurately, talking about the kind of relationship drama that I was convinced I was right on the middle of. Heaven isn't too far away... no matter what your friends say. I know we're gonna find a way... When the children fuckin' cry....
But, that was really as far as it went for me. I bought the singles. I smoked as I listened to them. My heart aching for the love that died. Please. There was no love that died. The love that never was. But I KNEW that Cinderella was telling the truth when they said you don't know what you've got til it's gone. And Bad English really did know the Price of Love. I never bought whole albums.
Except for Damn Yankees. But we'll never speak of that again.
Then, The Roommate put a book into my hands that would change me forever.
"The Dirt" by Motley Crue.
Now, I've read a few rock and roll biographies. But nothing. I repeat, NOTHING I've read compares to this book. You want to talk about a complete paradigm shift? For a band that I thought was comprised of a bunch of cheezy pop-rockers, these guys partied way harder than any band I've ever read about. And now I'm hooked. And so damn curious as to what is actually going to go on at this show. Who are the fans? What do they look like?
This is going to be a very interesting sociological experience.
I will take notes in manner of Jane Goodall... but without the getting killed by poachers as I try to protect my newfound family of Crue Fans.
More to come...
Why?
In all honesty, growing up, I always kind of looked down my nose at bands like Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, Poison. (Fucking Poison. I carpooled with this chick who played nothing but fucking Poison. I wanted to put cigarettes out in her eyes). I was raised on the Beatles for Christ's sake. I had no time for these make-up wearing, big haired freaks with their gay lyrics about smoking in the boys room. Jesus. What? Are these guys 12? (Yeah, I've since figured out what that song COULD actually mean.) Then I puberty, and suddenly the wonderful world of the Power-Ballad opened up and I was sucked right the fuck in. I found the lyrics were totally talking about MY life. Or, more accurately, talking about the kind of relationship drama that I was convinced I was right on the middle of. Heaven isn't too far away... no matter what your friends say. I know we're gonna find a way... When the children fuckin' cry....
But, that was really as far as it went for me. I bought the singles. I smoked as I listened to them. My heart aching for the love that died. Please. There was no love that died. The love that never was. But I KNEW that Cinderella was telling the truth when they said you don't know what you've got til it's gone. And Bad English really did know the Price of Love. I never bought whole albums.
Except for Damn Yankees. But we'll never speak of that again.
Then, The Roommate put a book into my hands that would change me forever.
"The Dirt" by Motley Crue.
Now, I've read a few rock and roll biographies. But nothing. I repeat, NOTHING I've read compares to this book. You want to talk about a complete paradigm shift? For a band that I thought was comprised of a bunch of cheezy pop-rockers, these guys partied way harder than any band I've ever read about. And now I'm hooked. And so damn curious as to what is actually going to go on at this show. Who are the fans? What do they look like?
This is going to be a very interesting sociological experience.
I will take notes in manner of Jane Goodall... but without the getting killed by poachers as I try to protect my newfound family of Crue Fans.
More to come...
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