I'm going to get a little nostalgic for a moment. I'm good at that. I got to see Motley Crue this past Sunday on their final farewell tour. Though I had seen them once before on their Dr. Feelgood tour, this tour was special. When it's over, no more Crue. Of course, members will still do their own thing.
Growing up on the metal of the 80's and 90's, I always gravitated to the coined "Glam Metal." Mainly, because I was at a point in my life, that there was always a weekend party somewhere and there was booze and girls! And be it Whitesnake, Poison or Crue, you were always making out to one of their songs. Whether it was In The Still of The Night, Every Rose Has Its Thorns, Home Sweet Home or Without You, someone was getting lucky while others were standing around drinking and making asses of themselves.
There are memories we wish to forget and those that we will always carry with us. And it's those memories of the sounds of sex, drugs and rock n' roll that will stay with me forever. Be it getting turned down (which happened a lot), or the times that I was making out with a girl in a corner somewhere. There was always a Crue song to be heard via radio or CD. The "first time" came in the ways of Shout At The Devil! That's what you call irony.
So Sunday night, along with a really good friend and his wife, I stood there watching them perform the last show I would see of them. I sang along with all the songs, probably better than Vince did. Every song they played, with the exception of a few newer ones, brought me back to when I was younger. Every song had a special memory. A special or not so special someone. At first, I was just enjoying the show. I was seeing true legends of the rock world yet once again.
It wasn't until their encore of Home Sweet Home, that it hit me. It was really over. The mini stage in the center of the crowd, the blue lights, the piano. I knew right then and there, that a part of my life was coming to an end. And all I have left are the memories of a kid looking up to a bunch of long haired freaks living a life of bright lights and debauchery. The memories of being sad and alone, listening to the Crue for a pick up. And memories of just plain old fashioned good times, And as I stood there, a tear did escape. And as Vince said goodnight, it rolled down my cheek, a smile escaped my lips and my stomach fluttered.
The saying goes, "If it's too loud, you're too old." It wasn't loud enough! But more importantly I think, comes the adage of, "You're only as old as you feel." I try to always feel young. Sometimes my mind says i'm still young but the body says otherwise. And Sunday night, I think it also added to the feeling that I wasn't that young kid anymore. I guess, as long as I keep going and keep thinking, I will always be young. And never too old to rock!
So, I just want to say thanks to Nikki, Tommy, Vince and Mick for 31 years of mother fuckin', ass kickn', ear splittin', lascivious music.
Come to think about it, out of all of the bands of that era, the Crue are truly the Saints of Los Angeles.
Just take this song, and you'll never feel left all alone.......
It's hard to believe, that 25 years ago this weekend was the Moscow Music Peace Festival. Actually 8/12-8/13. Those of you from Generation X understand the meaning of what took place. Not just in the music world, but in the world in general. It was shortly after, that the Berlin Wall fell and a sordid history was reformed. Some days it feels like only yesterday and some days it feels like a life time ago.
Twenty five years ago, the music scene took foot hold in the USSR's largest venue, Luzhniki Stadium. Among massive turmoil going on, the music world stepped forward with the help of the of the Make A Difference Foundation and rocked to the would be crowd of some 100,000 plus fans. I remember watching on MTV (when it actually stood for music), and wishing I could have been in attendance.
The bands that played were, Cinderella, Gorky Park (good band too), Nuance, Brigada-S, Scorpions, Skid Row, Bon Jovi, Ozzy and Motley Crue.
Tonight, I get to go see a band that I grew up on, that is calling it quits. One who played the legendary festival and one who personified the whole sex, drugs and rock n' roll attitude. Motley Crue. The last performance I saw live was the Dr Feelgood tour, over 20 years ago.
Some days, it's funny to look back at the past and see where we came from. The trial and tribulations of the world. Then to see what is going on now. One has to feel that in part, sometimes it feels, as if the world has gotten worse rather than better. Maybe it's time for another form of the Moscow festival? Something to being the people of the world together.