It haunts me.
It’s not a bad thing, I guess. It’s just kind of embarrassing, at times.
My first concert was Poison. I don’t regret it, in fact I am quite proud. I was 12 or so. I think Warrant opened, but I can’t be too sure. Patriot Center in Virginia was the venue. My father took me. He was cool like that. A lot of the show was spent with him talking to be about why it was so loud and how the sound was bouncing everywhere.
For the next few years (between 1987 and 1991) I really got in to all that hair stuff. Def Leppard, Warrant, Anthrax, Bon Jovi, Ozzy, Guns n’ Roses, Jane’s Addiction… If there was loud guitars and aqua net, I seemed to like it. The Smashing Pumpkins in 1992 quickly put an end to that sort of music in my boom box.
So after a business conference call today with the group we work with in Duluth, MN, I got a question from a typically conservative (not politically) and quiet women: “Mat, you like music, right? What do you think of hair metal? Specifically, Winger? I actually met Kip Winger last weekend at a concert – I am still glowing… Wanna see the picture?”
Now this isn’t a typical question I get. Usually it’s: “Have you heard of this new band called ‘Banana Clitoris’? I think you’d really like them!” I also know little about Winger. Sans an inclusion of one of their songs on the Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey soundtrack. A great soundtrack, by the way. Love on Ice and Faith No More have stellar songs on there.
The bizarre thing is that I always meet people who have funny obsessions with hair metal bands. And they somehow always know that I also, too, had one.
C.C. pick up that guitar and talk to me…