For shit's sake, one band I hate is Journey (ok, my ONE guilty pleasure is THIS, that I've never admitted in public while sober). Steve Perry has always been the epitome of a whiney-ass panty muncher, throwing his bullshit lines out there for jocks and collar popping assholes to milk in the back seats of daddy's Volvo. Yes, I guess deep down, I was insanely jealous of what it took to score the "high end ladies" of a redneck high school.
And, honestly, I've ALWAYS hated buttrock, save for a few songs here and there...does Live Wire by Motley Crue qualify as buttrock? I won't even get into most of them raping what I considered my childhood melodies by doing cover songs of (you dirty motherfuckers) of punk songs that I loved, just to appeal to the (then) newly minted hybrid rockpunkers, when everyone realized how shallow 80s metal really was. Sure, Pantera eventually came out of it, and I guess Metallica was considered cool and likable to pop-skaters in the late 80s. Er, Josh...your safety equipment needs adjusting, pal.
Vomit.
OK, having spent two paragraphs explaining why I knew I was so much cooler than the puff metal hair band lovers of the 80s, I have to now temporarily repudiate my over-emphasized hatred..at least in a Hollywood spoon-fed sort of way...
YUP, Rock of Ages. A musical for heterosexual males. Honestly, it allowed me to appreciate Journey, Poison, Warrant, and all of the other bands I've hated through the years..besides showing some rather unexpected talents of the folks in it. I was pretty amazed at how it kept me watching, and how important it became to have the surround sound pumping out the tunes I shunned so voraciously in my youth.
THIS is NOT the sexiest scene with Catherine Zeta-Jones
Alec Baldwin, politics aside (keep your caucus to yourself, yo), is funny as poop..and Russell Brand was unbelievably less full of himself than usual, making him more than bearable.
Mary J. Blige is one sweet-voiced vixen!!
That's about all I'll say, here. If you get a chance, check it out, whether you've ALWAYS had a hard-on for the 80s "hardrock" stuff, or, like me, always hated the hardrock (but always felt fortunate to have teened during the 80s), this is a fun movie.
BTW, I realized I commuted right down this very street in 1987, when I lived in Culver City and "worked" as a telemarketer. Seeing folks that looked like this lined up on the street was like seeing rock stars everywhere...too bad I was too cool to enjoy the experience. And luckily, a campy movie was made so that I could see glimpse of what I missed.
Ooooh, maybe I was to busy cruising the blvds on my old scoot. Yeah, I was punk as fuck, wasn't I.
Vomit.
OK, having spent two paragraphs explaining why I knew I was so much cooler than the puff metal hair band lovers of the 80s, I have to now temporarily repudiate my over-emphasized hatred..at least in a Hollywood spoon-fed sort of way...
YUP, Rock of Ages. A musical for heterosexual males. Honestly, it allowed me to appreciate Journey, Poison, Warrant, and all of the other bands I've hated through the years..besides showing some rather unexpected talents of the folks in it. I was pretty amazed at how it kept me watching, and how important it became to have the surround sound pumping out the tunes I shunned so voraciously in my youth.
THIS is NOT the sexiest scene with Catherine Zeta-Jones
Alec Baldwin, politics aside (keep your caucus to yourself, yo), is funny as poop..and Russell Brand was unbelievably less full of himself than usual, making him more than bearable.
Mary J. Blige is one sweet-voiced vixen!!
That's about all I'll say, here. If you get a chance, check it out, whether you've ALWAYS had a hard-on for the 80s "hardrock" stuff, or, like me, always hated the hardrock (but always felt fortunate to have teened during the 80s), this is a fun movie.
BTW, I realized I commuted right down this very street in 1987, when I lived in Culver City and "worked" as a telemarketer. Seeing folks that looked like this lined up on the street was like seeing rock stars everywhere...too bad I was too cool to enjoy the experience. And luckily, a campy movie was made so that I could see glimpse of what I missed.
Ooooh, maybe I was to busy cruising the blvds on my old scoot. Yeah, I was punk as fuck, wasn't I.
