First of all, I must give readers a bit of a peek inside my, personal, youth. By the age of ten, I was headbanging and swinging the hair with the best of'em. Not only that, I tried to dress the part of a way cool hair band member - complete with leggings, holey sand-washed jeans and scarfs. Now, please add this to the fact that I attended a Catholic school in a small town farming community in Iowa. Catching my drift here?! Yeah, so I stood out, me in my ultra cool wardrobe and my boom box, blaring out tunes from my cherished Look What the Cat Dragged In (by the love of my life, Poison) as I walked along the sidewalk. Yeah, I was the bomb, lol. Nothing could ever compare to Bret Michaels, as he wailed the plea: "Talk Dirty To Me". Bret and the band adorned my walls, quickly followed by Skid Row, Warrant (no one can come close to singing about cherry pie like Jani Lane!), Bon Jovi (here's a sad tidbit - I once BEGGED the hairstylest, that cut my hair, to make it look just like Jon Bon Jovi's. I even took a picture but to my horror, she refused, lol), Guns and Roses and many others. My cassette collection was vast - I especially searched for uncensored versions like they were gold! Anyone remember the uncensored Open Up and Say - Ahhh from Poison?! Got my happy little hands on that before the big censorship took over. Yes, I was also one of those that tried, with all of their might, to play Motley Crue cassettes backwards to hear the dreaded devil worship messages.
So, what the heck does this have to do with a book review? Absolutely nothing. It does, however, set the stage for my excitement at the opportunity to check out Rock Stars by David S. Grant!!! An entire 204 page book dedicated to the frontmen of the hairbands of the 80's?!?!?Read more ›
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