An Affinity for Metal

"Really? You're going to the Motley Crue/Aerosmith concert? Really?" I'm not sure why it's such a big surprise, I suppose it's my demure exterior. *snicker* But if you were to ask me my favorite group? Hands down. Aerosmith. Seen them about ten times and saw them again last night.

L. and I were discussing the concert afterward, and she said, "The first song I really remember was in the third grade--Pink Floyd's 'The Wall'." Yep. That's right on target. I grew up with Bon Jovi and Poison and the Crue. 1983 was about the time I discovered Aerosmith, with their Permanent Vacation release--Rag Doll, Dude Looks Like a Lady, and my favorite off that release, St. John. Then I got into the back catalog. I was in love.

Last night, Motley Crue (all the original members) opened for Aerosmith. While I like a handful of their songs, and didn't mind seeing them...the truth came out after they closed and Aerosmith came out. The Crue are still boys. They paled next to the finely tuned catalog of the Bad Boys. So yes, I love metal. More specifically, I love Aerosmith. I'll catch anything they feel like throwing out there.

I'm also fairly certain Steven Tyler and Joe Perry have made some kind of pact with the devil, wherein they don't actually age. They other guys look like hell, but those two? Shoot. Interesting crowd, too. Just a tad creepy to have a bevy of 13-year-olds raving about how sexy 55-year-old men are.

One day soon, we'll discuss my growing love of anything connected with Rob Zombie. Soon. I promise, as soon as I have some reasonable explanation.