I'd love to change the world.

But I don't know what to do. So I'll leave it up to you...

This blog may go nowhere. Not sure yet. I am sitting in a hotel room in Marquette MI pondering existence. So I write...

I've never really tried to "change the world", I spend too much time making my little world better. Maybe that is selfish. I am starting to think there is more to give.

Now for something completely different...

I am going to do a little shameless self-promotion tonight. I am on a self induced nostalgia trip.

Back in 2008, I was possessed to write and record an acoustic LP. It was a huge step away from the Metal band I cherished for so many years (and still do BTW), but I had to get all of these ideas out of my head and onto tape. Driven is the correct word, I was driven to do it by forces beyond my control.

I had some help, mostly from Dave Watson, who worked his butt off at Soundscape Studios to make me sound good and produce something worth a shit. I also had the brilliant idea to bring Jon Rice (JFAC) in on the project to take the drum throne. In a few hours, he nailed everything better than I could have imagined. Both Dave and Jon are gifted guys, and I was lucky to have them on board.

I always thought of myself as a songwriter first, and a musician second. I can honestly say that after months of work on this project, I became a better musician.

Now, I spend a lot of time criticizing in my blogs, and I know that in putting examples of my own work out there, I am opening up the door to some criticism from others. But that's OK, do better, then we will talk. I have the benefit of the underground to protect me. I can still do what I want.

The following song, Shine, seems to be a favorite based on hits it has gotten over the years. It is a self explanatory love song that took a total of 10 minutes to write and 10 tries to record. I could not get the vocal right no matter how hard I worked. I was guilty of over thinking it. Mr. Watson had already mixed another version of the vocal that I think we both hated and knew was not right. I am sure he was not pleased that I demanded we re-re-record it the day I sang this take. It is still not perfect, but overall it turned out good enough. I am glad we took the extra steps.

One more example, then I will quit this self indulgent study:

freaknotcounted:
I try to not write in heavy metaphor, except when I do. This one was pretty personal in lyrical meaning and I will leave it at that. What is really cool about this version is, well... everything. This was an old Domicile MKII song written in its Metal form back in 2000. I re-vamped it for this project, and I love everything about it. Jon Rice's shuffle is amazing in this song, and I am proud of it. I stretched my then vocal range to it's peak in the bridge (my range is actually better now, go figure). The result is very cool. My broseph, Base says it is one of his favorite songs, period. Believe me, that is all the compliment I need.

OK, I lied... I want to throw up one more:

For me, alone.
This little sleeper is one of my most favorites that I have ever written. It is very auto-biographical. It is simple, and I dig that sometimes. It has to do with my personal struggles through the years, and my tendency to shut down. In a way, it's a "just leave me alone, I'll figure it out myself" tune.

There's more. Find them if you want. I am thinking about giving this entire LP away on Spotify or something. If I get the chance, I will put it up this weekend and see if I can make it a free download.

A.D.H.D. and the Beatles, Part III

I am headed to the airport soon, but instead of thinking about what I need to pack, I am thinking about John Lennon's song "In My Life". So I am taking 5 to jot my thoughts down.

A few years ago, I saw the hand written lyrics to this song hanging on the wall at the Rock and Roll HoF, and I welled up. Yup, I got all emotional.

The words are poetry to me, and my interpretation of his words hit hard. For me, the song is about old stomping grounds and old relationships, and how they are both wonderful things. It's ok to reflect and save your treasures from the past, even though today, you love what you have more.

Funny thing about Love, it doesn't ask permission, and typically doesn't apologize.

I get that.

John lived that.

RIP (you socialist bastard).... Oh, don't get all twisted up about that statement, both are essentially true, and you know it. I love John and it's my blog, so I say what I want, kinda like John did.



Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be, there's a NAGO hanging over me.

Jane's Fantasy

Ok... This has bothered me for years. Why the hell does Aldo Nova's "Fanatsy" sound so much like like Jefferson Starship's "Jane"?

Was there a lawsuit?
Were they collaborators?
Is Aldo Nova even relevant enough to care about this? (I think so).

What would a Blog by Nago be without a history lesson? Let me start from the beginning.

In 1987-ish, my mother briefly dated a guy from DuBois. This dude had a red-headed daughter. She was tall, beautiful and 3 years my elder (17 to my 14).  Like many teenage girls at the time, she was a rocker and I was crushing big time on this lass.

Now, being a young music nerd back then, we had some things we could talk about. We became friends and semi-running buddies for a brief period while the fantasies played out in my mind. She had a car and did not mind hanging with a young long haired rebel with his finger on what was happening then, so it was a beneficial relationship for both of us, I suppose. During a road trip to DuBios, (somehow it was just the 2 of us) I attempted to get her into thrash, but she insisted on putting Aldo Nova's self titled tape into her tape deck. Turns out, Headbangers in DuBois really dug Aldo Nova... Who knew? I think they all dove '78 Ford Grenadas and smoked Marlboro Red's as well.

I have to admit, Aldo Nova was not exactly what I considered to be heavy, but it grew on me over the 2-1/2 hour road trip. Maybe I was just trying to play along, I really can't remember. Regardless, after the short relationship with this family was over (like ships passing in the night), I picked up Aldo's LP and kept it for many years. It was one of those things that was always around.

Fast forward a few years.... Erie did not always have a classic rock station. When Rocket 101 came on the air, I was exposed to the rock from the previous generation, and like so many, had to suffer through it's repetitive play-list during warehouse work hours. I must have heard Jefferson Starship's "Jane" 7,000 times in my blue collar days.

The question was in my head then, and still is today.... WTF. It's the same song!!!! I do not claim to know why, and the Internet had little to offer me today as I started looking into it. Aldo's tune is absolutely the better jam, but Jane came first.

 

 

If there was no lawsuit, I cant imagine why... George Harrison was sued by Motown for much less.

Sorry for wasting your time, NOT!!!


Mike is just a fanatsy, can you let this fanatsy lie?

Blogging season, Duck Season, Blogging Season, Duck Season, Duck Season, Blogging Season. BLAM!

 

 

Lets call this Blog a "Summer-y":

Before I get started with my heavy handed opinions mixed with the occasional nostalgia trip that you all hate (yet still read), I want to formally announce that I DO TAKE THE SUMMERS OFF!!!! That was for the 4 people that have inquired about the blog recently. Maybe it is strange of me to take a bloggers vacation each year, but my geek side is especially busy with the family, the garden, the dogs, outdoor activities and the usual work/travel schedule in the hot months of the year. Something has to give.

That is not to say I take a break from being a nerd. This summer I have read 2-1/2 books by Eric Larson, 1 by David McCullough, the new Neil Gaiman and I am actively trying to get started on understanding the insanity of Terry Prachett (a task that is proving extremely difficult).

Beyond that, I am actively writing music again, and after a long hiatus I am pleased to be working with my longtime collaborator, Louie Rice, on some overdue Metal material. It is good for my soul to be back at it. I always felt that we were not quite done yet, and had much more to say, so..... More to come on that later, but I am hopeful that a new LP will be in our not so distant future.

What else? Well, my broseph John Muroski and I have re-connect after years of non-communication, and I was very pleased to catch his (and Mike Russell's) killer band, The Tradesmen, last month here in Pittsburgh. They inspire the blue collar Erie-ite in me to no end. I am in awe of their greatness.

 https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Tradesmen/404007310693

Musically, I found myself listening to new stuff by old bands this summer mostly, including the new Megadeth, the new Sabbath, Black Star Riders (aka the re-vamped Thin Lizzy), and Newsted. Ghost BC's latest LP has been in rotation, and (no matter how repetitive) I love the Sister Sin LP: Now and Forever (forgive me for not knowing about it when it was released late last year - I am not always up on the latest European music). It sounds like a modern take on early Crue with Mega-Countdown bridges. It's rad.

Lastly, the break in blogging brought with it new inspiration. Fall 2013 topics may include:

• Self Help: 10 Easy steps to achieving Aerosmith hatred YOU CAN DO IT!!!
• Franchising your old ass busted up band 
• The over saturation of bogus Satanism in silly immature music (and why it's so cool).
• Why Opeth is better than your favorite band
• Two hated millionaire musical dishrags: Bob Rock and Desmond Child, a study in F- Major.

I leave this post with an apology for the break, but a promise that I am not disappeared. Here's to a great Autumn.

The lunatic, is in the blog...

Supertramp...smarter than a speeding bullet.

 

I used to believe that, in order to progress musically, a Supertramp “stage” was necessary to correctly move forward intellectually in regards to music fandom. Back when I made that claim, I was probably looking for meaning in my own existence, and reaching out further then the Metal I grew up on to find myself. That was back in my 20’s. Today I realize that Supertramp, albeit great, is a band that may not necessarily transcend the ages and have the impact on future generations the way it did on me.

I am not saying that I am a ST Fanyboy or anything, but I do give credit where it is due. A few months before my 18^th birthday, I was living with my sister Kerry, who exposed me to several artists outside my box at the time. Kerry was in college then, and her circle became my circle, which ultimately led me to love Supertramp’s Breakfast in America album, which was in heavy rotation with her college buds while visiting our small apartment.

Breakfast in America was over a decade old at that time, but it resonated with my sister’s  educated click more than the grunge movement, which was geared toward the disenfranchised youth of the time. With that in mind, the lyrical intelligence spoke to me way more than the usual Bob Dylan most were claiming to love. Unfortunately for the masses, Supertramp has since been reduced to the dreaded Rock Radio rotation, with daily spinning of the Logical Song mushed between Yes and Journey for your drive at 5 (home from work presumably). Personally for me, that is the kiss of death for many artists I used to love.

Recently, one of my other sisters (Katy) put Supertramp back on my radar. I am trying to get her to walk down the aisle to the Logical Song, and allow me to dress like Spock for the honored role of Best Man at the event.  It has become a running joke for me and her Fiancé, Mike Anderson, and somehow I think we both would like the wedding to be Star Trek themed. Katy, however, has stated “You guys can fuck up the reception all you want, but not my wedding”. So we will be reduced to pointy ears at the after party, which is still pretty cool. Since I am not as thin as I once was, I am now referring to myself as Fat Spock.

Back to Supertramp, in the days before internet supremacy, most of the artist info available was largely word of mouth. With that stated, I never put much time into learning about the Supertramp story beyond the songs, and I was surprised to learn that one of the main songwriters/vocalist, Roger Hodgson , dismissed himself from the band 5 years after their hugely successful Breakfast in America became #1 in the charts across the world. The band subsequently stopped playing his material live. This included the songs: “Dreamer", "Give a Little Bit", "The Logical Song", "Breakfast in America", "Take the Long Way Home" and "It's Raining Again", which took the piss right out of the once massively popular touring band.

They have never reunited with Roger, which is weird to me in this day and age of endless reunion tours and constant marketing of past hits that supports so many aging musicians of today. That said Roger does occasionally tour as a solo artist. Supertramp also hits the road now and again, actually playing some of Roger’s material these days. Blame it on the almighty dollar.

 

This blog usually includes YouTube videos. It is sad that finding any music from Supertramp with Roger on Vocals is impossible. I am sure there were more than a few suits involved in making that a reality. It’s like trying to find a Prince song (not gonna happen). There are, however plenty of clips of Roger singing the songs he penned for Supertramp, so I leave you with one of my favorites.

Last Week...Paul, Chris and the Hall....

Let’s talk about Last week….

I saw the full R&R Hall of Fame 2013 Ceremony, and it was great. It pains me to say that, really it does. I spend a ton of time bashing them, but they actually gave props to fallen heroes in bands they don’t recognize. In particular, they actually said goodbye to Jon Lord (Deep Purple) and Bob Welch ((Fleetwood Mac – Solo Artist (read: welching out on a legacy – previous blog)) in a video tribute to fallen stars. I have to say it was very classy.

BUT…. Why the hell Deep Purple is not carved in every hall of your dumb house is amazing to me you stupid hall of fame. I digress… I guess you have to go with the devil you know and they finally got Rush right. I could have lived without Alex flubbing the acceptance speech, but hey, I‘ll take it even though I was embarrassed for him.

Along with the HBO Hall of Fame coverage, I went and saw Paul McCartney and Wings “Rockshow” at the I-Max in Pittsburgh Mills. It was awesome and I was very impressed with the re-master/re-release of the film.

I blog about the Beatles from time to time, but I do love me some Wings. Not everybody would go to the theater to see a show like that from 1976, but given the opportunity, I’m there. I forgave the studio overdubs about 5 minutes in, and just sat back and enjoyed it for what it was. I am sure it will be out on DVD very soon, and it is worth the price, so check it out.

Beyond that, I saw Soundgarden last Sunday. I love them, but I will not spend another dollar on Chris Cornell. I saw him last year at Carnegie Music Hall, and it was not great. I loved hearing Sunshower live, but I actually left early out of boredom after that. The Soundgarden show could have been better if they would just realize that they could benefit from actually playing hits and not deep cuts… That hurts to say, but they have an amazing catalog of songs we actually know. Just an observation, so take it for what it is.

Was it a good music nerd week? Yes it was!!! I hope that they all work out like that going forward. On the immediate radar is Frank Turner at Smalls, BARONESS at Smalls (so stoked), and Peter Frampton/Robert Cray at Stage AE.

If you actually read my blog, thank you… I know that my opinion is not always the most unbiased, but 2300+ views is not bad for a music nerd from Western PA.  Feel free to leave feedback.

Walking in Memphis.

Q. What do Elvis and Nago have in common?

A. We both have small houses.

I had some downtime this week between meetings while in Memphis. Consequently I found myself twiddling thumb and unwilling to stare at a hotel wall any longer. In an effort to keep occupied I rented a car and went to Graceland. I mean, why not? I am not a huge fan of Elvis or anything, but I understand that without him, my favorite band (The Beatles) never would have greased their hair and started playing Rock ‘n Roll. They all drank a steady diet of Elvis Kool-Aid, so certainly I could offer up one afternoon to my hero's hero. It only seemed right.

Is Elvis the King of R&R? I know it to be true that perception is reality, so why not? He was a cool alternative to the Light Jazz scene my grandparents dug, and he really did bring black music to the white popular culture of the day. He was puppy dog dangerous enough to break through to the kids, and also probably the first tabloid star (save the royal family). My generation listened to Slayer and Prince. In comparison, Elvis’s controversial gyrations were about as dangerous as chewing too much Big League Chew, but parents hating their kids music had to start somewhere.

 

Here’s what shocked me: Graceland’s main house is relatively small for a Kings mansion. Seriously, I know people with kitchens that make his look like it belongs in a single wide trailer. It’s just not that big. He had a bar and pool table in his basement, but in my town, a lot of people have the same. Elvis owned several TV’s, but so does everybody I know, so no big deal there either. I can say with 100% certainty that none of my acquaintances have a wall fountain in their jungle room though.

 

 

 

 

The Elvster bought into the 70’s like nobody’s business. Shag carpets, dark drapes, fabric covered ceilings and hardwood tongue & groove abound. I am sure all of his comforts were top luxury during his residency on this estate, and in his defense, the property surrounding the house was very impressive.

 

With all of the above stated it really is a tourist trap. Across the street from the mansion you can tour his planes (which were super cool) and visit all of the Elvis novelty shops complete with souvenirs galore. I purchased 5 postcards and 2 books of matches, spending a whopping $2.97 including tax on memorabilia. I fully intend to mail the postcards when I get back home. I am hanging on the fat Elvis meets President Nixon card though. I find it funny.

 

 

Musically, I like fat Elvis. His band was twangy and had a sound all its own, plus they fit the 70’s decade like a glove. Steven Tyler wishes he had the swag of the fat man back then. I digress…

I hope to find myself with nothing to do in London so I can mess with traffic on Abby Road, but it’s not likely this year. However, I will be back in Memphis soon, and if I again find myself with disposable hours I will visit Sun Studios, Gibson Custom Shop, and Stax. Beleedat!

One final note: Westboro Baptist Church is planning an Elvis protest at Graceland this Friday. God hates Elvis? It's a shame they weren't there the day I was, for you might have seen me on the news throwing postcards and matchbooks at them. Losers.

Deuteronomy 4:42

That the slayer might flee thither, which should kill his neighbour unawares, and hated him not in times past; and that fleeing unto one of these cities he might live:

When I was 12, Slayer was scary to me. That was some real demonic shit right there. It was blistering fast, by far the fastest of the Thrash bands in the day. It was poorly produced, which I knew back then as I struggled to hear any bass guitar in the mix, but man they were awesome.

Who doesn't remember the first time they heard Hell Awaits? It was then, and remains today, one of the best, if not the best, Metal openers ever. Da da da.

My bro Hinkle really loved Slayer. He was a huge fan. He would spend hours playing any Slayer riff he could muster on his crappy little one knob Charvel which plugged into a Boss Metal Zone pedal and amplified through a 1x12 bass amp. It was cool. We would practice Slayer riffage all day. I was still attempting to play drums back then, and asking me to play anything from Slayer was equal to asking me to break dance. It was above my pay grade, so we just stuck with the basics. The main drum pattern in Seasons in the Abyss was 4/4 easy (minus the fills), so we rocked that mostly. We even kicked around starting a thrash band. Jason Blake, who went on to sing for Domicile MK1, would scream his face off trying to sound like Tom Araya. We sucked bad, but it was fun. We called ourselves “Cheap Whore”.

Chris was not the only Slayer fanatic in my circle. John Muroski and I would write entire verses about dog food to the tune of Angel of Death. Kibbles and Bits, march through the kitchen to the bowl...Infamous, Supper, KIBBLES AND BITS! We used to make ourselves cry with laughter writing the silliest shit you could imagine. I never laughed so hard in my life. I miss that dude sometimes. If you see him, tell him I said ‘sup.

I have written about the Clash of the Titans before: how a bunch of high school kids piled into vans and headed out to see Slayer, Anthrax and Megadeth. The sad part is, it remains the one and only time I have seen Slayer.  I took them for granted. I figured I would see them again eventually.

I was talking with an old friend yesterday morning that went with me to the Titans show. He too never saw Slayer again after that show. He said that it was ok though, as it punctuated that period of his life and he can look back fondly on it. I am adopting that mindset as my own (thanks Seth).

It has been a week since we all learned the news of Jeff Hanneman’s death. It is an unbelievable story. A weird spider bite  in 2011 that caused necrotizing fasciitis, a Slayer fan Doctor that recognized the venom for what it was, a constant state of recovery and therapy that kept Jeff off the road and unable to play. A brief appearance at the Big Four, then not much news at all…. He was recovering, or so we all thought.

In the end it was liver failure that killed him.  It's safe to assume that the spider bite was the cause. He was 49. Not gonna lie, when I heard, I welled up. It took the wind out of my sails for a moment.

 

RIP Jeff. Thank you my brother.

MAIDEN BLOG #1!!!! (RIP Clive Burr)

Iron Maiden. Integrity.

To this day, there is no band like Maiden. No matter what, Maiden soldiers on with ferocity. They have seen ups and downs. They have seen some line-up changes. Through it all their core sound never waivers, and I have yet to hear anyone really rip it off successfully.

Facts:

• The founder/bass player runs Maiden with a Iron Fist.
• Their singer is a mad genius.
• They have too many guitar players, but they are all brilliant.
• Adrian Smith is a mutafuckin wizard.

Writing about Maiden is difficult. What points would you hit? I could write 6 Maiden blogs today, and still not even scratch the surface. For this particular blog and in honor of Clive Burr (who died on March 12th, 2013) I am going to focus on early Maiden.

32 years after Maiden fired vocalist Paul DiAnno, there is still debate about the voice of Maiden. The average Joe not exposed to Maiden doesn't realize or care about the significance of Paul's departure, or that Bruce Dickenson is not the original vocalist. However, because of the change, Maiden went on to become one of the top 3 Heavy Metal bands of all time. These bands have earned the love of the fans to the point of us refering to them by their last names only: Maiden, Priest, & Sabbath (with all due respect to Purple and Zep), like old friends.

The material Iron Maiden releases with Bruce to this day continues to define true Heavy Metal. Bedloved is an understatement globally.

Lesser known are the original players that helped craft the sound of Maiden.
Dennis Stratton - Guitar: Iron Maiden - 1980

Clive Burr - Drums: Iron Maiden - 1980
                                   Killers - 1981
                                   Number of the Beast - 1982

I still own an original Killers on vinyl. It is in plastic now, but I remember every nick and pop like it is part of the production. If I hear Murders in the Rue Morgue, I expect to hear heavy scratches in the intro, and to this day it is weird not hearing them. One of my favorite parts of this production is the drumming. Clive is a badass in his use of open high-hat and cymbals abound. His snare fills are simple but tasty given the tempo this barn burner is keeping.

Maiden singer, Bruce Dickenson compared Clive to Ian Paice. Dickens is quoted (by Wiki) saying:

 "Clive was the best drummer the band ever had. That's not taking anything away from [present drummer] Nicko. Technically, Nicko's probably a far more competent drummer than Clive. It's just that Clive had this incredible feel, and you can't learn that, and I regret that he wasn't given more time to try and sort himself out."

The story of Clive's departure from Maiden in December of 1982 following the Beast on the Road tour goes grey from there. The band says Clive's excess was the issue. Clive says he left the tour to bury his father who had died back in England, Nicko was brought in to fill some dates and Clive never felt like part of the band thereafter.

Band politics are what they are. I have seen the worst of it, and I have been the "too much excess" guy from time to time as well. There is some weird shit that goes down between musicians after they leave the practice room/stage. It is competitive by nature, which sucks, but unfortunately it's fact.

Maiden soldiered on without Clive.

Nicko McBrain has been a part of the landscape for so long now that Clive's contribution to Maiden is somewhat overlooked. Just remember: the intro, timing and fills on Run to the Hills and the entire Number of the Beast LP is Clive's work.

Clive Burr was diagnosed with MS in 1994, which eventually left him unable to drum and ultimately wheelchair bound. The following is taken from his wiki page:

 Burr was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, the treatment of which left him deeply in debt. Iron Maiden staged a series of charity concerts and were involved in the founding of the Clive Burr MS Trust Fund. Burr used a wheelchair because of his condition.

He was also the patron of Clive Aid, a charity formed in 2004. Clive Aid has continued to raise awareness and funds for various cancer and multiple sclerosis programs around the world through the staging of rock events.Burr attended many of these events.

Burr died in his sleep on 12 March 2013. He was 56.

Clive is no longer a prisoner. RIP and Thank you.

For more info on Clive, his legacy and his battle:
http://archive.classicrockmagazine.com/view/february-2011/32/when-drummer-clive-burr-was-ousted-from-iron-maide

Now I spend my time looking all around, for a nerd thats nowhere to be found.


Now playing:
Iron Maiden - A Matter of Life and Death (best modern era Maiden LP hands down - and one of my favs)

The great Hair Metal debacle.

It seems to me that over the last couple of years, the '80's hair metal bashing has somewhat subsided in popular culture. I dare say that I hear more and more of it's influence in modern rock, especially when discussing the "flavor of the day" bands like Asking Alexandra, who covered 2 Skid Row songs on the Life Gone Wild EP.

This is probably a natural progression, as just about all music nerds look back at the '70's disco craze with rose colored glasses these days, which was not even close to the case for a very long time after the "Disco Sucks" era of the early 80's.

Today, big Hair Metal festivals like Rocklahoma continue to prove that the genre is not forgotten. Poison still draws big numbers during their annual romps, and whether or not Bon Jovi admits it now, he was a Hair Metal king from 1984 through 1991. Same with Def Leppard and other bands that continue to draw (larger than club) crowds.

Beg your pardon miss, but you fancied those blokes as bloody wankers, didn't you? Cheerio!

Despite the fans, Hair Metal is still absolutely ignored and shunned by the elite rock media, hipsters and rock snobs abound. It is all residual damage from the implosion of a scene that was rampant with PG promises of a rockin' good time and dreamy fairy tale love. To them, Hair Metal's death was a mercy killing. As a rock snob myself, I partially lean that way these days.

I admit openly that I was caught up in this trend during it's heyday. Mostly because I became a pre-teen at the height of it (I turned 12 in 1986). However, Metal fans at the time were not as complex as today. I could like Motley and Metallica, and no one would bat an eye. Eventually Metal became something harder on the street level, and hair metal became all about the female fans.

With that in mind I can say that we as kids loved Thrash Metal (Megadeth), loved Heavy Metal (Iron Maiden) and liked Hair Metal (Dokken). It was not equal in value because we recognized cock rock for what it was. However the lines were not as clear as they are today in hindsight. Even the mighty Judas Priest fell victim to the trend.

Judas Priest in 1986



Somewhere along the way the Heavy definitely took a back seat to the Hair. Big corporate money began pumping out sub-par bands just to make a buck, which was sad. I did not understand it myself at the time. How anyone could call a band like Danger Danger "Metal" was beyond me. It was crappy pop music with a guitar solo.

By the early '90's, the trend became so diluted that it was hard to find anything heavy about it at all. My mind needed much more then the fluff of what Chest Hair Metal had to offer. Even the greats of the early '80's succumbed to the allure of big corporate ca$h.

Motley Crue 1983:

Motley Crue 1989:

It took 6 years to transform Motley from Hanoi Rocks evil little brother into Styx's sissy little cousin.
 

We all know the story from here: along comes Grunge and goodbye Hair. Heavy Metal retreated to the underground to lick it's wounds save the mighty Pantera from Texas. Pantera (themselves a reformed Hair band) showed metal fans the way, and no one looked back for many years. It was a time of expansion for the aging teens of the '80's, as all bets were officially off. I personally soaked up music like a sponge from all genres. I was always a metalhead, but it took me a few years to discover how good Metal had gotten from being underground (ie: Nevermore, Iced Earth etc...)

There again, the lines were not as clear at the time. Alice in Chains were a Metal band, right? Soundgarden sounded like Zep-Sabbath, and Cinderella became southern rock.

Nowadays I view it all with the wisdom of an old dude and the benefit of hindsight. I can separate the great Metal Cheese of the early 80's from the Marshmallow Fluff of the early '90's. I understand that Firehouse had as much to do with killing this genre as Grunge did. Somehow these dudes lost their way and ditched the devil for chest hair. For the record: Love of a Lifetime is a horrible song.

But I still scratch my head about how we went from this in 1980:

 

To this in 1990: 

It had something to do with LA and Aquanet, or so we are told.

Much of the popular music of that genre is still taboo to my ears, but when Ratt's Lay It Down shows up on my XM, I crank it. Same with anything off of Skid Row's Slave to Grind. I have never wavered in my love for Twisted Sister and if Dirty Look's Cool From the Wire were on my I-pod, I would play it right now.

In conclusion, I am finding that I am softening to parts of genre that I left for dead years ago. I can't promise that I will ever be able to not vomit when Danger Danger comes on the radio, but I will once again leave room in my playlist for Tom Keifer. If he can still write tunes, then why not?

 

More than nerds..... is all you have to do to make it real.

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Michale Graves - Vagabond LP

Jason Newstead - Metal EP

CCR - Cosmo's Factory

Cancer Bats - Bat Sabbath/Bastards of Reality

Fast Times at Nago's Nerd Alert.

To me, the bands of the very early 80's were somewhat confused in their identity. Most of the big Rock acts of the day were not really metal, not really new wave and not necessarily ready made for traditional Top 40 radio either. The fashion was just as confused, but it was a bit of controlled chaos on both fronts and it made for a fresh time in pop culture. History tends to jump from Disco to Madonna, but personally I find the years in between to be pretty interesting.

Before I get into the best of that era, I want to briefly look back on how we got there.

In 1956, Rock and Roll was new, fresh and innocent. It may have scared parents, but the kids flocked to the excitement of it all, and why not? After all, it belonged to the youth and went against the conservative grain of the times. As vanilla as 50's Rock and Roll appears in history today, it was still pretty damn exciting back then. It also ushered in a new Fad for the masses: the cool kids.

In the 60's, everything was wide open for experiment. We had mop-tops, bikini tops, tie-dyes and birthday suits all within a few short years. No one had a rule book. The Beatles put out so much quality music during their several incarnations that even though they started out mop-top, they ended up legends. The cool kids were ready to be challenged, and pop culture delivered a revolution or two for them to devour.

The 70's got way more commercial, and so did some of the cool kids. Their collars got big and the shoes got tall. Polyester became clothing material and a few cool kids learned to dance. BUT, the 70's also gave us an underground, which made the way for a cool kid redefinition. Guitars got heavy and production became a craft. They weren't as deep as the generation preceding them; they did not want to change the world. They either wanted to party in the world that existed, or burn it down around them.

Enter the early 80's. The music and culture was up for grabs. Christopher Cross, Joe Jackson, The Police, Pat Benetar and The Go-Go's took the best and worst from the 70's and sold the shit out of it. Many superstars were rising as Jeff Spicoli waxed history with Mr. Hand. Some of the dinosaurs of the 60's and 70's managed to maintain careers through the transition, but Van Halen existed, and it was hard to compete with that.

Pop culture was ready for someone to come along and capture the disenfranchised youth post Zeppelin and Punk. They needed a voice, and Cameron Crowe delivered what was to become the first great high school teenage FU movie since Rebel Without a Cause. Fast Times at Ridgemont High set the bar pretty high with a format that is still copied to this day. It came along at a time where we could still be honest about teenage life in America, and not so frickin sensitive about how kids act (and react) to situations.

But, wait...Nago blogs about music, whats with the movie stuff?

This movie is filled with great music references even though the soundtrack mostly blows. Check out the track listing:

1. "Somebody's Baby" (Jackson Browne)
2. "Waffle Stomp" (Joe Walsh)
3. "Love Rules" (Don Henley)
4. "Uptown Boys" (Louise Goffin)
5. "So Much in Love" (Timothy B. Schmit)
6. "Raised on the Radio" (The Ravyns)
7. "The Look in Your Eyes" (Gerard McMahon)
8. "Speeding" (The Go-Go's)
9. "Don't Be Lonely" (Quarterflash)
10. "Never Surrender" (Don Felder)
11. "Fast Times (The Best Years of Our Lives)" (Billy Squier)
12. "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" (Sammy Hagar)
13. "I Don't Know (Spicoli's Theme)" (Jimmy Buffett)
14. "Love Is the Reason" (Graham Nash)
15. "I'll Leave It up to You" (Poco)
16. "Highway Runner" (Donna Summer)
17. "Sleeping Angel" (Stevie Nicks)
18. "She's My Baby (And She's Outta Control)" (Palmer/Jost)
19. "Goodbye, Goodbye" (Oingo Boingo)

This is a good example of how awkward the music scene was before MTV blew up. Unfortunately I am positive that it did not even come close to capturing the essence of this film.

Dude, where is the music that actually existed in this movie????

The Cars - Moving In Stereo
This song is iconic in this scene. They are inseparable. Phoebe Cates is still a goddess for her infamous pool scene.

The Go-Go's - We Got the Beat
The only Go-Go's song that I remember from the movie. A great movie opening track.

 

Led Zeppelin - Kashmir
Right before Ratner's first date with Stacey, Damone gives him the important advice: "When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on Side One of Led Zeppelin IV." Cue "Kashmir," from Physical Graffiti. FAIL!!!!

Sam and the Pharaohs - Wooly Bully
Spicoli says "Hey dude, I know that song" and joins the cover band on stage.

Somebody's Baby - Jackson Brown
The honorable mention is a song that actually made it on the soundtrack, Jackson Browns "Somebody's Baby". The scene is a 15 year old Stacey (Jennifer Jason Leigh) headed out to the Point to lose her innocence to a man much too old for her (after she lies to him about her age).

Other great music moments:
Damone tapping out Cheap Trick to a potential scalped ticket customer, who, is uninterested based on it being "kid stuff". Cheap Trick is maybe not exactly what you would call "In the Movie", but they are there in spirit.

Spicoli crashing a '78 Z28 while listening to Sammy Hagar

There are more, I am sure.... Watch the movie again and relive them yourself. I think I may do the same soon.

Call this Blog filler if you will, but respect what Cameron Crowe did years before Singles, Jerry McGuire and (my personal favorite) Almost Famous. This movie is "awesome, totally awesome".




Now Playing 02/26/2012:
Michale Graves - All the Hallways
Alabama Shakes - Always Alright
Frank Turner - I Still Believe
Bad Religion - True North
Grace Potter - Like a Prayer
Baroness - March to the Sea
CCR - Born on a Bayou



He was a hard headed man, he was brutally handsome...and she was nerdially pretty.

All I wanna do is have a one nighter with Ann Wilson, or is it Nancy?

Every now and then you hear a song that makes you think, "Damn that's bad, really bad", which leads me to question: why is it that the worst of the bunch will stay with you for a lifetime whether you like it or not. Why is it, that, in the middle of the night, when you wake up to pee, some stupid melody or riff is playing out in your mind? Why, when you are stuck on Peach Street at 7:30 AM, is a bad melody surfacing to your lips so steadfast that you feel forced to whistle its awfulness?

Recently, a song has been stuck in my head, and all I want to do is get it surgically removed (the song, not my head). It is so bad that even after 20+ years, it still has me dumbfounded about it's dumbness. A song so bad, that I must spend a few short minutes dissecting it via blog.

So without further ado, I give you a study into one the worst songs of all time, that steamy pile of crap "All I wanna Do is Make Love to You" by the one and only Heart.

It pains me to tear this song apart, it really does. Ann and Nancy Wilson deserve a lifetime achievement award for 1976's Dreamboat Annie, more on that later...

Lets start with the video:

It gets me every time. A story about a young lady picking up a hitchhiker, never asking him his name, taking him to a hotel and banging the bejesus out of him. They used no protection and she gets pregnant. We find out later that her and her husband (someone she loves dearly) could not conceive without the seed of this nameless stranger, so it's all good.

Oh, but wait.... Then it happened one day, they came 'round the same way. Dude was shocked to see the resemblance and recognised this lovechild as his creation. So she begs him to be cool about it?

Now, I don't know about you, but this scenario is unrealistic in that most shitty dudes would be like "yeah, cool, c-ya", and walk away thinking "whew, I dodged that bullet". I mean, lets face it, if this guy was "standing by the road with no umbrella and no coat" in the rain, he was probably a winner, right? How did he get there? What is the back story?

And therein lies the problem. There are too many holes in this story.

If the whole thing was not weird enough already, Ann takes it one step further. In an effort to emphasize how good the lovemaking was, she claims "He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily". Dude, that is just way too much information for a 1990's top 40 smash hit. And I love that she left him a note that said "we walked in the garden, we planted a tree". What the hell kind of innuendo is that anyway?

She is lucky that all she got was pregnant. They probably cut the HPV verse out of the song.

One more thing: Nancy wanking her guitar in the video, is funny shit.

On to the wic-wic-wiki.

No surprise here: Mutt Lang wrote this pitiful excuse for bim. Heart has since disowned it saying that it was too commercial, and they did not want to do it (but they probably didn't mind cashing the checks, nah-mean?).

Here's something interesting that was news to me: It is a cover song of another bad song, well sort of:

Turns out Mutt Lang wrote this duck for Don Henley in 1979, but Henley turned him down (gee, why?). So Dobie stepped up to the plate and knocked it out of the park. Proof that you can't shine a turd? Yes, I think so.

Mutt recovered from this fail nicely. He went on to record such classics as Back in Black, Pyromania and Foreigner 4. Still, his melody from the '70's lingered until he forced the Wilson sisters to re-record it with new lyrics. Whooptie-flippin-do.

All of this is great, but why has this song been wedged in Nago's head? It may be because of my Broseph, Base,who  keeps sending me texts with lyrics to this gem. Here's how it usually goes:

• Go into office
• fire up e-mail
• check phone
• read messages
• first message says: Image his surprise, when he saw his own eyes. 
• forward message to family
• move on with day  

I love my friends. They keep me grounded. lol.

I just can't leave it on this note.... Here is "Crazy on You" to wash that crappy taste out of your mouth. Why can't this be stuck in my head in traffic?

Nago 




All I wanna do is make nerds with you.

My Name is not Prince - and I am not Funky

Tonight I am going to dip my pen in a topic near and dear to Nago... What in the hell happened to Prince?

I watched him on the tele presenting at the Grammy's last night. He looked good for a man his age. Honestly, he looked good for a person of my sons age.  Dude just doesn't age physically.

I remember the last time I saw Prince kill it. He played lead on My Guitar Gently Weeps at George Harrison's Solo induction at the R&RHOF induction ceremony in 2004 (9 years ago for those keeping score). His playing starts at 3:28, and it is great. So much vibrato in his right hand...

That performance justified what I had said since 1984, that Prince was underrated on guitar.

Before you say it, yes, I saw him perform at the Superbowl a few years ago. I guess it was controversial, but to me it seemed so staged and un-geniune (unlike his performance above).

Disclaimer: I am now, and forever will be, a Metalhead. I know...I know... Metalhead? Nago Blogs bout classic rock, he records acoustic albums and is a sucker for Bad Religion. THIS BLOG IS ABOUT PRINCE!!! How in any light is Nago a Metalhead?

It's easy folks... I am smarter than the Chris Brown / Beyonce / Katy Perry crowd. That's right, SMARTER! Anyone who ingests that crap with conviction is dumb. It is throw away rubbish.

My son, Mocha, thinks that my musical taste is very European. I tend to agree, at least when it pertains to modern music. I love Opeth and I love the Beatles. If you can't make the connection, then you are the one with an issue, not me.

However, I like to think that I can recognise true talent when it does a split in white leather pants right in front of me. Prince was the phucking King. I thought he was just as good as Michael in 1984, and better post Thriller. Until he got weird. Neigh, he got really weird... Not LAPD strip search weird, but weird none the less.

Before I go there, I want to go to the goods. The best in fact:

Purple Rain is a true classic. There is so much emotion in that song that it bleeds with raw intensity. Everything about it is perfect. As a matter of fact, the whole album is (almost) perfect. The movie adaptation is not the worst movie ever either (anyone who has seen "Streets of Fire" can vouch for it's cred as "not the worst"). It is a period piece that is somewhat self indulgent, but Morris Day and the Time are in the house!!!

  

Oh, but I dare go deeper than that... I love "When Doves Cry" and "I would Die 4 U", but in truth, that whole LP is a not-so-guilty pleasure for me. I really do hold it in high regard. I actually sampled it in 2008 for the song "Barstool". All of the nicks and pops on the track came from my Purple Rain LP. We recorded the scratches organically in the studio on an old school portable record player. The scratches were gained over time, and Prince has no right to them, lol.

 





So, beyond the Purple Rain brilliance, there was "Under the Cherry Moon". Raspberry Beret was likable, but not brilliant. I did really like the "You Need Another Lover, Like you Need a Hole in Your Head" jammie, but it was still not brilliant.

To be fair, Prince made a few top 10 hits in and after the Cherry Moon era:

• Kiss - No. 1 - 1986
• U Got the Look - No. 2 - 1985
• Sign of the times - No. 3 - 1987
• Alphabet St. - No. 8 - 1988 (seriously???)
• I Could Never Take the Place of your Man - No. 10 - 1988
• Batdance - No. 1 - 1989 (can't make this shit up)
• Cream - No. 1 - 1991 (get on top - bitches)
• 7 - No. 7 - 1993 (So ironic - so good)
• The Most Beautiful Girl in The World - No. 3 - 1994 (I have sung this to every one of my neices since)

So there it is. A decade of art that is stupidly effin influential, and it does not even include the 1999 era (anyone remember Little Red Corvette???).

I was unfortunate enough to give Prince too much credit after 1994. I actually bought 1996's "The Gold Experience". What a piece of total garbage.

So answer me this... At what point does an artist lose all sense on melody, artistry, touch and responsibility?

Many have recovered. Sir Paul put out some ducks in the early 1970's (and even in the 1980's - Spies Like Us), but recovered to give us classics like "Live and Let Die".  

We want to love you bro, we really do. Gotye AND Kimbra praised you last night. I was like "Oh snap, It's Prince.... Hell Yeah!", but then I remembered how disappointed in you I am.

Prince, I beg you... Please rock again. Re-hire the Revolution. I'll even take the New Power Generation, they kind of owned... HOWEVER.. Prince took all of his material off of the Internet, thus - no Prince + NPG video to enjoy, which kind of bums me out.

PLEASE DO SOMETHING AWESOME!!!!! Please, at least phone one in for me.

Until then, I leave you with the absolute perfect package.... Ani DiFranco singing "When Doves Cry"

This is what it sounds like, when nerds cry..