Blog on the Run: Reloaded

Monday, April 26, 2010 10:25 pm

“I went to your concert and I didn’t feel anything”

Filed under: Sad — Lex @ 10:25 pm
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As powerful, formative and in many ways enjoyable as my time, such as it was, in the music bidness was as a musician, I would have to think long and hard before doing it again.

One of the reasons why is the heinous, toxic levels of sexism in the scene: It was taken as a given among most of the (male) musicians I knew, even in the late 1970s, that women just couldn’t rock, the contemporary examples of the Runaways (and the even earlier example of, say, Janis Joplin) notwithstanding.

In fact there was this weird paradox: Most everyone likes rock ‘n’ roll, but the guys who went to the trouble of actually forming or finding a band, rehearsing, getting themselves booked to perform in public and then actually performing in public did so at least as much to get girls as for any other reason — and yet they had no respect whatever for girls in bands, even when those girls clearly merited respect. Perhaps my perspective on this is skewed because my second band contained not one but two girls who rocked just as hard as any of the guys, onstage and off. (Wait, “skewed” isn’t the right word: My perspective, although not “normal,” although not even “common,” was the objectively correct one.) But not only were women who rocked not respected, if a guy respected them, he immediately became suspect in the eyes of other guys.

Thirty years on, after Belly and the Slits and 7 Year Bitch and Hole and the Donnas and Sleater-Kinney and God knows who-all else (even Pink — “U + Ur Hand” is a GREAT rock song), you’d like to think things have changed.

And you would be disappointed:

The number one thing I learned from being in a band and hanging out with a lot of guys who were Very Serious about music is that basically the worst thing that can happen to the music you love is for too many women to like it, or for one woman that you know to like it real hard. Music that is good is not music that women go crazy for. If women go crazy for it, it must suck, because women have terrible taste and like all that chick [stuff] and like shave their legs and stuff but oh my god it’s disgusting when they don’t. Did you get that? You are a [bad] music-lover because you do not like all the same music that they do. But if you start liking it, then the music is [bad] and they stop.


Guys, no matter what else that is, it ain’t rock ‘n’ roll.

Monday, December 14, 2009 10:27 pm

It was 30 years ago today

Filed under: Fun — Lex @ 10:27 pm
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Quite possibly, and quite simply, the greatest rock ‘n’ roll album ever recorded:

Saturday, September 12, 2009 9:29 pm

Whew. I thought he was going to need surgery.

Filed under: Hooper — Lex @ 9:29 pm

Much to my dismay, Hooper has been saying for a  while that his favorite singer is Corbin Bleu. He also likes Bowling for Soup’s “1985,” which, although not exactly heavy-metal thunder, is at least clever. But other than enjoying Blink 182’s “All the Small Things” (over … and over … and over …) on the commute to day care back in the day, he has never shown much enthusiasm for anything his dad would consider rock ‘n’ roll.

But in the past two days, when we’ve been in the car he has been urging me to “put it on the station that plays HIGH rock ‘n’ roll” and has expressed his enthusiastic approval for, among other works, AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock,” CCR’s “Bad Moon Risin'” and GNFNR’s “You Could Be Mine.” But his current favorite? Metallica’s “Enter Sandman.”

I guess the part of his brain devoted to music has hit puberty.

Monday, January 28, 2008 7:32 am

Much more entertaining than “a bowl of M&Ms with all the brown ones taken out”

Filed under: Fun — Lex @ 7:32 am
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For the non-rock ‘n’ roll among you, contract riders for touring rock bands list all the equipment, backstage facilities and miscellaneous other stuff the band members require — everything from amplifiers to foodstuffs. They can make for severe headaches for concert promoters but entertaining reading for civilians. Perhaps the most famous example, possibly apocryphal, is the Van Halen requirement that there be a bowl of M&Ms in the band’s dressing room with all the brown M&Ms picked out of the bowl.

Via Mostly Modern Media, here’s a copy of the contract rider for Iggy Pop and the Stooges. It’s 18 pages long, and whoever wrote it appears to have written it with entertainment for the reader uppermost in his mind. Good for him/her. I read a bunch of these things back in my music-bidness days, and this is easily the most entertaining I’ve ever come across.

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