So I guess I should follow up my Descendents posts with another gem from the summer of 91'. I may be wrong on my dates or I just found out about it at this time, but apparently VInce Neil had quit Mötley Crüe. See, before the internet, you actually had to read magazines to find out information like this, and I scoured the pages of Hit Parader and Metal Maniacs to know what was going on in the wonderful world of metal music.
What the fuck? Seriously dude, what is wrong with you? Why would anyone quit the greatest band ever! These are the thoughts that ran through my 12 year mind when I read about this. Wait, I have the greatest idea ever... I will be the new singer of the Crüe! (I am still 12 at this time) Yeah, I don't know why I thought that they would ever want my pimply face being in a band with them. They had drugs and groupies, I had a curfew. My parents wouldn't even let me cross a busy street, but I am gonna tour the world with a bunch of dudes that are covered into tattoos and herpes. Well, I don't really know about that last one, but from things I read later in life... So yeah back to my dream... So I AM going to be the new singer for Mötley Crüe. I practiced as often as I could. I would wait until my parents were not around and would learn the lyrics and sing along at the top of my lungs. I guess I should not say that I would sing, more of a talking loudly. I practiced for months to prepare myself for the opportunity of a lifetime. Eventually my fascination with this totally and abruptly ended. I still have no idea why it ended...maybe it was that I had read that they found a new singer (he was a loser), or maybe just my 12 year old mind with all of its grand schemes had found something new and moved on. Whatever the reason was, I will always remember the summer that I rocked the world singing for the one and only Mötley Crüe... in my mind that is. Thank you and good night!
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