Just read a little blurb on yahoo news about Motley Crue suing their manager for focusing all his energy on Tommy Lee. Something about Tommy looking buffoonish, and hurting the Motley rep.
I find that hilarious. Tommy is a buffoon, always has been. Tommy is the perfect example of the media savvy rock star, unfortunately that has backfired on him big time. He’s known more for being a “celebrity” than a musician. This is a 50 year old guy. In his furious attempt to stay relevant, he forgot he’s not 22 anymore.
Rock and Roll is a young man’s game, and only one guy has pulled off the aging rock star thing, and that’s Kieth Richards. And Keith doesn’t even try to stay hip, by say dressing like a 22 year-old Emo kid, like Tommy does. 5 years ago when Tommy was only a spry 45, he was dressing like a white rapper.
Which reminds me of why Rock sucks so bad now. With MySpace and cell phone cameras, and DVD’s, there is no longer one bit of mystery left in Rock and Roll. When I was a kid, I didn’t know a damn thing about the artists I loved, aside from the very few articles that came out in the 2 or 3 rock magazines that were available, and those articles and pictures were strictly controlled by the artist’s exactly to preserve the mystery.
I didn’t have the faintest idea how Led Zeppelin felt about politics, or how Pink Floyd felt about the environment, they let their music do the talking. I saw an old interview with Freddie Mercury last night, and he said people always ask him what Bohemian Rhapsody is really about, and he said his answer is always “I don’t Know,” because an explanation would ruin the mental picture people have in their heads, would take away the mystery. People can interpret the song anyway they want, and they are all correct. That’s what art and Rock and Roll are all about.
These days it’s all about knowing every possible thing about these idiots, you can chat with them on MySpace. Do you think Jim Morrison would’ve chatted with every drooling moron who wanted to talk to him? Would Jimmy Page have a blog about the crappy cheeseburgers they got in Tulsa while on tour? The stuff those guys did became legend because nobody had a video of it. There was mystery. Was Jimmy Page really into witchcraft? Who knows, because he didn’t have a “Here’s the witchcraft I did today” section of his MySpace page.
The most aggregious example of knowing too much about rock stars are Metallica, with their pathetic documentery “Some Kind Of Monster.” I confess I love this movie, only because I hate Metallica, and no one could have portrayed them in a worse light than they happily did themselves. It’s basically 3 hours of them whining, and “getting in touch with their feelings” with their $30,000 a month therapist. They should be taken to Graceland and castrated, but it’s too late, as they left their balls in therapy. At least Jason Newstead had the sense to bail on those whiney schoolgirls.