Nostalgia, part III
First of all, Mishaela- I think I need to mail you so we can do the LA Guns nostalgia thing, properly. My blog is doing wonky, possessed things- and I didn't even realized you had commented. I know the band recorded an album called Man in the Moon, and a new one last year, called Waking the Dead- which I just cracked, and had to have. Unfortunately, Kelly Nickels isn't with the band any more- he hooked up with another band, called Sweet Pain.
Waking the Dead is good, although I still like the old stuff the best. (nostalgia value, ya know.) And they were *supposed* to go out on the road with Alice Cooper, but there's been a snag. Seems Tracii is all into a new project with Nikki Sixx called "Brides of Destruction", and he won't tour with the Guns to support Waking the Dead, and Phil's been in a bit of a tizzy over Tracii's "self sabatoging" behavior.
I love these guys, seriously- I do. It has been *so* much fun, finding out what the hell they've been up to, lately. I've gone for god knows how many years, not having the first clue, and all of a sudden- I'm plugged right back in. And it looks like there's gonna be a bit of a fit thrown, over the ditching of the Cooper tour.
Oh, and for the record? I'll take the Guns over Brides of Destruction, *any* day. The BoD stuff *sucks*, in my not so humble opinion. I mean, seriously- I would *not* pay to listen to that crap. And Nikki is a fucking walking ego. So, yeah. Not interested, and siding with Phil on this one. ;-)
Anyone out there remember Bang Tango? More Anne Rice fans, folks. I'm sensing a pattern, in all of the bands that I used to like...but anyway, this does have a point. Kyle Kyle went on to form the Newlydeads, with Taime Downe (of Faster Pussycat infamy), and Joe LeSte is heading up Beautiful Creatures. Now, I was never all that fond of Joe's voice, in Bang Tango...but I recommend giving the Beautiful Creatures stuff a listen. And god knows, I'm the biggest Newlydeads fan on the planet, just because...it's Kyle Kyle and Taime, gone all goth/industrial. Heh. I never, ever thought Taime would dump glam/sleeze, in favor of industrial. The novelty of this fact alone is enough to keep me content.
The nostalgia kick is never going to end...
Right now, I'm in the process of rediscovering Jetboy. Anyone remember them? Glam/punk? Mickey fucking Finn? Best. Mohawk. Ever. Damned Nation took up residence in my crappy stereo back then, and didn't leave for *ever*. And just like LA Guns (and the songs Some Lie 4 Love, and Here it Comes) are tied into the best week of my life, Jetboy is tied in to the best week *end* of my life.
I am reminded of a certain weekend in Vegas. Certain people, who shall remain nameless, convinced me (while they were sloshed beyond all recognition) that they could breathe through their eyelids. And I, while also sloshed beyond all recognition, believed them. It was a weekend of no drugs, which was rare for me...and two days of revlations that I was sure I would never share with anyone.
It's amazing, the things that you can share with another person, when the truth is scrawled in the dirt, and left up to that other person to decipher. See, I've never been good at talking. But let me write down what I need to say, and we're in business.
I need to sleep. ;-)