Written by Jeff Risdon on March 16, 2016
Most people form their musical preferences during their high school years. My mother is a child of the British Invasion, growing up in the 1960s. My uncles were largely children of the 70s, and their tastes leaned towards vintage ZZ Top, Queen and Aerosmith. My older cousins were impacted by the pop/country and Southern rock of the early 80s.
I was in high school in the late 1980s and my music was hair metal in all its resplendent ridiculousness. Songs about fast cars, faster women and living life with everything turned up to 11 was the overriding message from my musical heroes. C.C. Deville’s hair couldn’t be teased enough, Tommy Lee couldn’t act raunchy enough, Mark Slaughter couldn’t screech high enough. Sexual double entendres were thinly veiled in the lyrics and celebrated in the ubiquitous videos on MTV, back when that station still embraced the “music” part of its (read more…)