Now Def Leppard is Everywhere

A few weeks ago, I was being haunted by a Duran Duran song that was playing everywhere I went. A song that was decades old was audible in all kinds of settings with such frequency that I couldn’t ignore it. It was kind of unsettling, really, because it was nonstop, but I thought it through, think I finally understood what I was supposed to get out of it…and it stopped.

In the last 24 hours, it’s been Def Leppard everywhere: at dinner, sitting in a rental car office, out of a car driving by, out shopping. After getting my car back from the body shop, my iPod was still sitting on my desk at work, so I had to listen to the radio on the drive to work and heard 3 Def Leppard songs on 3 different stations on my VERY short drive to work. Really?

But it’s not all the same song…so what’s the message in that? Is it to remember a feeling? An era? A person? To pay homage to hearing impaired felines?? I don’t know, still pondering all that, but here’s some abso-freakin-lutely brilliant Def Leppard, their signature sound evident right off the bat.

The Damned Angels, Ya’ll

Always proud to support our local music scene, support people doing what they love!
Scotty from the Crank County Daredevils has something new afoot with The Damned Angels. This little ditty Evil will remind CCD fans of the somewhat hypnotic, circular-feeling riff of the CCD’s Hidden Track. Good, good stuff. Find The Damned Angels on Facebook and like them already:

warped tour

I was chaperone for 3 teens at Warped Tour, an all day music festival with multiple stages.  This concert was aimed at the “Hot Topic” shopper demographic.

And…it was horrible.

I like all kinds of music.  I like Sex Pistols and Misfits as well as I like Chris Isaak or Brian Setzer.  Loud thrashy punk, hard soul crushing metal or even a Baja infused guitar ditty, I like it all.

At this festival, I set myself up in a shady spot with a book near two stages.  I’d put the book down for each new band to give them a concentrated listen.  I heard a great guitarist, an amazing bass player and a thundering drummer—too bad none of them were in the same band.  The bands I heard were truly absolutely utterly horrible.  Crappy McCrapperson and the Craptones.  Just awful.

Lots of faux rage and rebellion that sounded hollow and fell flat…what the hell do these middle class white kids have to be angry about?  Raging because you have an iPhone 4 but want an iPhone 5 isn’t raging; it’s a tantrum, and tantrums are not the stuff of memorable rock n roll.  Yelling about legalizing pot just makes you sound idiotic.

These were only two stages of many at the festival.  Maybe somewhere, someone had some amazing talent and kicked some ass.  I didn’t see them or hear them…they were drowned out by the droning sounds of The Craptastics and The Crapinators.