For some reason, saxophones were completely acceptable in the 1980s. Socially, musically, thematically, perhaps inexplicably they were completely, totally acceptable to have in your band and on your records. Just ask the Psychedelic Furs or Romeo Void—hell, ask The Boss!
Matty Lou’s Home-Cooked Chicken Dinner was the most ambitious supergroup in the history of American popular music. The band featured members of mega-70s rock acts Moot Whistle Express, Franken-Funk, J.P. & the All-Star White Boy Jam Band, Heavy Whipping Cream, and Blues Smashers featuring Johnny Bricks.
One day an ass dined at a local eatery. He ordered his meal with many substitutions and special instructions and was irritated when it was not prepared to his exact specifications. The ass also asked for many complimentary refills of his beverage and sent the server on countless errands to fetch various seasonings and condiments.
As a result of this move, the past six months have been a time of paring down, minimizing, and getting rid of stuff. It’s one of the reasons I decided to shutter the RoosterCow Distro and make changes to the RoosterCow Store.
I used to hate the Crüe back in the day. Hated them. Hated their look, their attitude, and especially the horrible, godawful music they made. I could not understand how anybody could like them. Unfortunately for me, the majority of my small group of high school friends (and rural Illinois in general) were into metal and really into the Crüe.