The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]


Growing Old Stupidly …

When I was in my late teens, I would go to Rock City, every Friday night.

Rock City was a mecca for heavy rock music fans.

From 9 till 2am, it would play none-stop tunes at eardrum-busting volume.

There would be the classic songs by the classic bands – Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Queen, Whitesnake – but the best bit was when they would play something that was just breaking over in the US.

It was at Rock City I first heard Guns n’ Roses, Cinderella, Love/Hate, Badlands and countless others.

Eventually, Rock City gained an international reputation and so bands would not only send them copies of their new album before they were released, but they would ensure they visited and played at the venue as part of their World Tour.

I went to that smelly, sweaty, cramped and pulsating venue for absolute years.

Starting at the Tap and Tumbler pub round the corner before queuing up for entry in the sort of clothes a stripper would balk at before hanging around the edges of the club to say hello to the friends and acquaintances you knew before finally working your way through the heaving, throbbing masses to get into the middle of the dance floor so you could be swept up and pushed around by the intense energy of hundreds of people all loving the same thing at the exact same moment.

They were, quite frankly, some of the best times of my life.

I made friends.

It forged and influenced my love of music.

I discovered what being part of a community was really like.

It pushed me to experience and experiment with things I may never have done.

Which is all my way of justifying why – when I heard they were changing the floor after
40 years and were selling the old one off in pieces – I happily paid them £40 so I could own a piece of my history forever. [See pic at the top of this post]

Yes, it’s tragic.

Yes, it’s pathetic.

But as mid-life crises go, it’s less expensive than a Porsche.

Or an affair.



Throwback Thursday. [Though It Should Be Thrown Back And Never Retrieved]
August 28, 2014, 6:10 am
Filed under: Bangkok Shakes, Comment, Throwback Thursday

So a while back I wrote a post about an online dating site for Metalheads.

I mentioned that being a lover of metal, I might have turned to that site if I was unlucky in love.

[Whereas it’s Jill who is the unlucky one. Boom Tish]

What I can tell you is that while I am now a bald bastard, I wasn’t always that way so to help you picture me as a ‘metalhead dating candidate’, I thought I’d show you a photo of me from that era.

Well, to be honest, it’s only ‘sort-of’ from that era, as I took it a few weeks ago as a leaving ‘present’ for a client of mine who was heading back to the US.

[I should add, he was leaving before he saw the pic, I’m not the cause of his departure. Allegedly]

Anyway, cop a load of this …

What a dish eh!

OK, more like a dish that has been lying in the sink for 7 weeks with a load of stains on it.

Damn.

However, may I point out that the leather jacket I’m wearing is the same one I had when I was 20 years of age.

Of course I can’t zip it up, but the fact I can still sort-of wear it is amazing to me.

AMAZING.

Anyway, as you have been so nice to not vomit yet, I thought I’d push-you-over-the-edge with a photo of me from that actual era.

Just for context, it’s one of the press photos we were ordered to have done before we had our first album released. As you can tell by the fact I now work in adland, it bombed and we were dropped soon after but it still was one of the best times of my life … well, it was while I thought we were going to be Rock Gods.

Anyway, have a look at the photo … I swear one of them is me.

Honest.

Can you tell?

I’ll give you a clue, I’m holding the guitar.

Yes, it’s a very long time ago.

And like the leather jacket, I still have those jeans and that guitar … though I can only just about squeeze the 6-string around me these days.

Happy vomiting.

[Sorry, soon-to-be-born son]