Not every moment in rock history was a “I’m a golden god!” type of case scenario. Sure there’s lots of hanging from chandeliers, tossing TV’s out of hotel windows and sleeping with willing groupies but for each one of those treasured memories there are probably five they’d like to forget.
Oh Cynthia Plaster Caster groupie genius with the best made up job in the world. Hundreds of impulsive young musicians jumped at the chance to be immortalized frozen in permanent limbo for all the world to see. Then they sobered up and realized that after that blow job and all those giggles an actual life-size replica of their genitalia was going to be on display.
You want to put mine up next to Hendrix? Yeah, that sounds great! Wait, NO!
Do you ever find yourself wondering what Peter Gabriel might be thinking?
I know, me too.
Here he is during his stint with Genesis participating in some sort of flower shenanigans. You know the entire band is praying that he’ll leave so Phil Collins can front a watered down version of this once mildly interesting band.
Despite the misstep with the outfit you’ve got to love a guy who leaves and writes Solsbury Hill and Shock the Monkey.
Stewart Copeland- tube socks and gym shorts make the man.
Everybody loves Stewart Copeland.
It’s not a subject that’s up for debate so people end up arguing about the magnitude of his greatness instead.
He’s FUCKING awesome.
NO! He’s so fucking awesome MY HEAD IS ON FIRE WITH CERTAINTY.
Do you hear him beating the shit out of that snare drum? That is so awesome it made my life finally worth living.
And so on.
I’ve always loved this guy, his sticks and his ability to make the drums sound like the most important instrument in the Police but the stage clothes he was sportin’ in the 80’s had me narrowing my eyes and giving quizzical looks while planning our wedding.
This outfit was clearly born out of necessity (that would be two solid sweaty hours of savage ass kicking thundering drums ) and convenience. And as always with Stewart, all is forgiven.
Billy Squier sports a pink tee destroys career in two minutes flat.
Someone should have stopped him when pink jammies and silk sheets were mentioned for the video shoot for Rock Me Tonight.
This guy had the Robert Plant on tropical holiday hair, catchy guitar riffs and lots of hit songs. He wrote his own ticket and then sadly had to cash it in because of this unfortunate choice of shirt and a badly choreographed video. Sniff.
Simon Le Bon wears curtain tassel from mom’s drapery in new romantic pirate fashion.
So what can we learn from people who dress like ethereal woodsprites with severely colored asymmetrical hair? We know that it’s easier to hire hot girls to wrestle soft core porn style for our other smash video Girls on Film and to dress like Indiana Jones looking to get lucky on Sri Lanka for Hungry Like the Wolf.
Strangely this did not diminish his masculine appeal for me but Andy’s frilly shirt and all that leather left me confused.
When I think of Stevie Nicks I get a warm reassuring flashback from the 70’s. I’m in the large open living room of my childhood home and my dad is putting Rumors on the turn table. This is how I like to remember her. Before she got tangled up in all that gauzy extra clothing that I don’t think she has any remorse about. But I do.
Y’ know. Maybe I’m biased because some hooligan started a riot and caused the wooden barrier holding back the frenzied audience to collapse sending me to the hospital with a broken arm during one of his concerts but I wonder if he has any second thoughts about all that ranting and screaming?
As the ambulance pulled away with my rain soaked and busted up body I imagined him standing shaking his head in sorrow and handing me a free signed t-shirt. It never happened. Not sure if he’s sorry or not.