10 Rock Love Songs to Fall For This Valentine’s Day
There’s a crazy little thing called love. Sometimes it’s like oxygen; other times, it stinks, but hopefully, it’s endless.
There’s a crazy little thing called love. Sometimes it’s like oxygen; other times, it stinks, but hopefully, it’s endless.
As a product of the fighting city of Philadelphia, where no punch is pulled, and respect is earned, I developed a blue-collar work ethic and hardened resolve at an early age.
Like many of us, music is in our DNA, and we can’t imagine life without it. The records below are the few that we’d take with us come hell or high water, and for one reason or another, have defined our travels through life to this point.
With Hot in the Shade (1989) already in the can, Mazer’s impact was immediate, and through shrewd business decisions, and a willingness to take chances, Mazer ruddered KISS toward its first top-ten single, and ushered them onto the road to undertake what amounted to perhaps their most legendary stage production yet.
In the minds of many, the 1980s will forever be remembered as a decade characterized by innovation, overindulgence, and transcendent music. While some of the Sunset Strip faithful have since moved on from the days of big hair and excess, preserving the essence of their decade, the 80s hard rock genre has enjoyed a staying power unique to its era.
Some of the players listed hardly required an introduction, while others may have rekindled awareness to bands and guitarists that time has all but forgotten. Though impassioned discourse is imminent, and welcomed, it’s important to keep one thing in mind – the is no right or wrong submissions. Just endless optionality. Cheers.
Numerous drummers brought about rolling thunder in the 1980s, but few had the impact of Philly veteran, Johnny Dee.
Today I chat with longtime Britny Fox vocalist Tommy Paris. We dig into his new music with Count 77, his time in Britny Fox, the effect of Grunge on the Hair Metal scene, the band’s reunion, and much more.
I know all too well that many will say, “Hair Metal sucks” as a default response to the opening chords of “Dr. Feelgood,” I’ve also learned that the devout fanbase that makes Hair Metal so special, still remains and that they too have a voice.
There is always going to be “that guy.” You know the type, the one who has to put the genre down, while he sips his imported IPA and reads obscure 19th-century poetry, while his earbuds pump the latest Cage the Elephant or My Bloody Valentine clone into his ears.