Okay, I'll admit it--albeit in hushed tones
and with eyes averted: One of my guilty pleasures is arena rock from
"back in the day." (Please forgive my transgression, Submersed and
Shinedown! It didn't mean anything.
Really.)
Venus' Vexation: Bad Boys & Hair-Band Reunion Tours
Must be that my generation is waxing musically nostalgic at the
moment, and yearning to recapture (if only for a few hedonistic hours)
the feeling of when we were merely quasi-adults, and being responsible
was mostly...uh, optional.
The Motley Crue tour came through last month. By some quirk of divinely
stoned intervention from the Rock Gods, I actually met the notorious
Tommy Lee in person, on the streets of this Mayberry-By-The-Sea. Damn,
was he tall! (Hooray for me, the Six Foot Blonde!) As Tommy so
graciously accommodated my star-struck request to shake his hand, I
found I was still enchanted by that bad-boy smile, and still mesmerized
by those bad-boy tattoos...
Now where was I?
Oh yeah. "Mr. Mayhem" we're the same age now. Let's talk about that
80's "Too Fast For Love" ditty of yours which seems to remain the
underlying relationship anthem of most men I know in 2005...
With a sigh, I note Def Leppard was here in concert a couple days ago.
I couldn't help but belt out an impassioned, retaliatory anthem of my
own: "Love bites, love bleeds, it's bringin' me to my knees...."
...for all the men I've loved before.
