Tequila Shots for the Radio: Volume 5
Last week's theme was "Songs To Strip To" so this week I decided to go with "Songs From The Big Hair 80's." I didn't think it would be a very popular theme choice but you know how much I enjoy inflicting my musical tastes on people. Dragostea Din Tea anyone? Besides, it can't be all hip-hop all the time. Well it can but that would get old. The show isn't available for download yet, which doesn't really bother me because it kind of sucked. Live365 apparently thought so too because they kicked me off the air in the middle of the show. But I climbed right back on that horse, punkass bitches.
I have a lot of great memories that are brought back by these hair bands. My first "real" concert was Bon Jovi/Skid Row at the Great Western Forum in L.A. My mom and her friend chaperoned me and 4 of my friends. I sat aaaaaaaallll the way on the opposite end from her and secretly smoked. The first concert my parents actually let me go to without them was Motley Crue/Faster Pussycat. They let me go with my friend Anisa who was a few years older. We dressed casually in jeans and cowboy boots, which we shed like slutty butterflies to reveal the hoochie clothes on underneath.
Anisa was my partner in big hair band groupiness. As weird as I looked being an Asian chick diggin' on hard rock, she looked even weirder because she was Indian. Indian like saag paneer and chicken tikka masala, not Indian like Pocahontas and Chingachgook. When I was 14 (and totally lying about my age) I had a pen pal in Minnesota or some shit who I found in the back of Metal Edge magazine. He was an older teenager and was moving out to Hollywood with his band Avant Garde. Once he got here we talked on the phone a lot, or me and Anisa would talk to his bandmates. Anisa actually started dating the lead singer Kevin (she was 16 and he was 21 but now that I'm thinking on it, she lied to him and said she was 18) and she'd rock his black denim jacket with the band name airbrushed on the back. Sometimes she'd lend it to me and I would walk around feeling totally cool. In my cowboy boots with the metal tips, strategically ripped jeans and whatever concert shirt I was wearing. I had about a jillion of them. By the way, I went to Europe during this phase and the British, Italians, French, Germans, whatever.. the one thing they all had in common was that they LOVED these bands.
Anyhoo I found out a few years ago that my pen pal is actually the lead singer of Weezer now. So I can actually say that I had "I heart Rivers Cuomo" written on my blue canvas binder with a Sharpie way before anyone else, since I was in ninth grade. It was right there between "I heart Sebastian Bach" and "I heart Kelly Nickels" (the bassist for L.A. Guns.)
Growing up in L.A. was insane but fun as all hell. We used to get into so much trouble. My friends and I used to hitchhike on Harleys all the fricken time, which I think about now and shudder at how stupid we were. This was before the helmet law. We would tell my parents we were going to the mall and then end up God knows where, Venice, Melrose, Hollywood... Of course that was probably better than my high school years when some of my friends were gangbangers and we'd end up in East L.A. or South Central.
My first boyfriend's name was Benjamin Spencer. He was probably the nicest guy I've ever dated. Yeah, I know a lot of my exes read this blog. So what, he was nicer than you guys!! He had long, blond hair and looked like a cross between Axl Rose and Mike Patton, the lead singer of Faith No More. We used to get heckled all the time in public, because people thought we were two girls. The first day of school he wore a shirt that said "SHUT UP BITCH" which I thought was hysterical because it was pretty audacious back in 1990. He was so sweet that when I broke up with him, he told his parents it was a mutual decision so they wouldn't hate me. They told him he was being dumb and he still stuck to the lie. He was better off with his next girlfriend though, I'm an ass. We all know this.
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