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Of course, the other three bands playing that evening were Primus, Anthrax, and Public Enemy, but still-- I ACTUALLY STOOD THERE AND WATCHED YOUNG BLACK TEENAGERS PERFORM.
I own the 'Tap The Bottle,' cassette single.
I have an mp3 of 'Tones Of Home.'
and Monster's not REM's best but it had it's moments.
also, I like Twisted Sister, Faith Hill (that may be due to seeing 'This Kiss,' used as background music for an Aria Giovanni/Dani Ashe lesbian porn mpg), Night Ranger and the Archies.
and at this exact moment I am trying and failing to find mp3's off Lone Justice's first album (I already have 'Ways To Be Wicked,' which I consider one of the finest songs of the 1980's.
I love the Archies and the Grass Roots and some Marshall Tucker Band and some Lynyrd Skynyrd and, okay, yeah, Cheap Trick I Want You to Want Me, and not in an ironic way either.
My first concert was John Denver. I went with my mom, saw him in the round at some place in Chicago. We both loved him. We wrote to him, and he sent back an autographed photo, signed "To Dirk and Mom." I took guitar lessons because of him, grew my hair like his, and bought similar glasses. I took one of my guitar picks with me that night, hoping it would serve as a good luck charm and I'd get to meet him. I never did. But I still like him. His Christmas album with the muppets was a favorite of my mother and mine, and it now makes me weep like a baby. I listen to it every Christmas morning and think of my mom singing along.
I think I'm confusing Nickelback with somebody else. Nickel Creek? Is that also somebody I probably wouldn't like?
(I've got a couple Young Black Teenagers 12-inches. 'To My Donna' is a lost classic of Bomb Squad production, and one of the records that marks the end of the Golden Age of sampling--it's overdue for reevaluation.)
I have a soft spot for Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. C'mon, they sold 76 million albums, so this is a pretty mainstream guilty pleasure. And that Whipped Cream and Other Delights album cover is still one of the great bits of promotional genius ever sold.
I think rock your body and cry me a river by Justin Timberlake are top quality pop songs and toxic by britney spears (not really the vocals) but the beat is a minor masterpiece.
My first concert was John Denver. I went with my mom, saw him in the round at some place in Chicago. We both loved him. We wrote to him, and he sent back an autographed photo, signed "To Dirk and Mom." I took guitar lessons because of him, grew my hair like his, and bought similar glasses.
That explains the treehugging. I suppose it's a lucky break your mom wasn't into Liberace.
I saw Rod-fucking-Stewart in a massive stadium concert, in the "forever young" days.
I also saw Skid Row and W.A.S.P., but that was at the Donnington Monsters of Rock and included Slayer and Iron Maiden, so it was still cool.
I saw the Gin Blossoms open for Toad the Wet Sprocket.
So did I, right as "Hey Jealousy" was hitting radio! In a little auditorium at a community college nearby! I had back-row seats, and we were *still* just 50 feet from the stage. It was a great show. (I'm a big TtWS fan, though, so YMMV.)
And I saw Blind Melon on the 120 Minutes tour in '91, before their album came out and they were still in a thrashy Southern Grunge mode. Way cooler than the hippy vibe they ended up with, although that was good too.