Look, Paul, Gene, Peter, Ace, Bruce, Vinnie, Mark, Tommy and the two Erics, I'm glad you guys are getting inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Congratulations, fellows. You all deserve it. I know you need to do this and I know, regardless of its staff, the hall induction is most esteemed but who am I gonna champion as my outsider/popular band now?
The first time I heard Eddie Van Halen I finally relented and gave in to the notion that you didn't need to wear make-up, fancy clothes or assume some otherworldly alter ego to be taken seriously as a band. As the years passed, most bands, including Kiss, ceded to the idea of dressing down to give more credence to the music over spectacle and let it do the talking.
Oh T-shirts, how I love thee! They have the ability to keep gas in the tank of a band's van and put a meal in front of them while out on the road. Working in an industry that doesn't require one to wear a suit and tie or a uniform with a name tag means there sometimes needs to be other superficial ways to check credibility, status and taste. There are certain shirts that instantly scream cred.
Whatever side of the fence you're on when it comes to KISS is of no matter. KISS are an undeniable tour de force, more popular than ever, with their 20th studio album, Monster released this week. But there's always one thing that's bothered me about the band: for a band that strove to be larger than life, they sure as hell chose pretty dull stage names.
After Billie Joe Armstrong's now-viral on-stage meltdown, the Green Day camp quickly went into clean-up mode and put out a press release stating Armstrong had entered rehab. To me it really seemed like a genuine meltdown and I can only empathize. However, there was one thing that bothered me about the whole thing: at the end of the meltdown Armstrong and his bandmate, bassist, Mike Dirnt both smashed their guitars...