Tag: Van Halen

Rocking in Cleveland

spandexpanda They don’t let you take photos inside the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, except in the atrium on the first floor. I suppose that, and the exorbitant price of sodas ($3.75 for a bottle of orange Crush!) (Yes, I [...] Read more »

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Guitargasm

All we really want in life is to hear hot, nasty guitar licks. And Eddie delivers– but without devolving into tuneless virtuosity.

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Drumgasm

It’s taken me a week to figure out how to get videos from my iPhone to other locations. This is an unfortunate side effect of remembering VH in the 70s. Here’s the first one:

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Happy ending

I’ll get some video up here tomorrow. In the meantime, let’s just recognize the one band I’ve ever seen that was classy enough not to put the audience through the bullshit making us cheer for ten minutes before giving up [...] Read more »

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“…we’re back!”

I love the Beatles, but I never really understood the girls in the old footage screaming and crying when they were onstage. I get it now.

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No guyliner, but…

It’s fucking Kool & the Gang, bringing both noise and funk.

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“I heard you missed us…”

Pre-show at the best kept secret on Causeway Street: The Penalty Box. Not everyone fared as well as we, but that’s rock n’ roll, baby.

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“Hot shoe burnin’ down the avenue”

Here’s a good sign: I have an article to edit for a class I’m taking. It’s due tomorrow. I just opened the file, because I’m a procrastinator (don’t judge me) and the topic: Manuel Noriega. Former dictator of Panama. As [...] Read more »

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“Got nobody waiting at home”

In spring of 1982 I was almost 8 years old. That would have made my cousin 16, and, because I didn’t have any older brothers, he made it his mission to educate me about music. My grandmother took care of [...] Read more »

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