Poof! Here one day, gone the next. I never understood what happened to him.1981 Santa Monica. I’m sure someone here was there.
It was this video:Poof! Here one day, gone the next. I never understood what happened to him.
Lol, Rob Halford knew not to pull that crap, and Freddie always pushed the envelope, but both kept it under control. That was just gaaaaaaaayIt was this video:
Billy Squier spent the early '80s on a hot streak, releasing two multi-platinum Top 5 albums (1981's Don't Say No and 1982's Emotions in Motion) in a two-year span. For a brief while, it looked like he'd end up being one of the biggest rock acts of the '80s — and then, in the summer of 1984, it all came crashing down when he released one of the worst videos ever made.
Anyway, that's the story that's been built up around Squier's short-lived ascent to the top of the sales heap, and on the surface, it seems to make sense. Don't Say No and Emotions in Motion sold a combined five million copies, and initially, it looked like his 1984 follow-up, Signs of Life, might be an even bigger success; the record's lead-off single, "Rock Me Tonite," gave him a No. 1 rock hit and peaked at No. 15 on Billboard's Hot 100.
Unfortunately for Squier, like most singles of the day, "Rock Me Tonite" came with a video — and this particular video proved so hilariously awful that it's generally credited with sinking his entire career. Helmed by choreographer and future film director Kenny Ortega — working, according to Squier, from a concept he developed that was inspired by the visual aesthetic Paul Schrader used in Richard Gere's American Gigolo — it depicts Squier flailing effeminately around a pastel-lit bedroom and writhing on satin sheets.
According to conventional wisdom, the clip was so outrageously out of step with what rock fans were willing to tolerate that it stalled the single, derailed his 1984 tour and permanently cooled his momentum as a recording artist.
Great story.Poof! Here one day, gone the next. I never understood what happened to him.
Not there, but saw him in 83' at Irvine Meadows.
What a weekend that was...
I was a JR in HS, bought my first stash of "Red Hair," and on Friday evening we saw Sammy Hagar and Night Ranger at the Orange Pavilion in SB. For the Sammy show I made it down to "the pit" and it was like a sauna down there, and I walked out hard of hearing and with a couple of cig burns on the arms.
The next night we saw Squire and Def Leppard at Irvine Meadows. On our way down it started to rain and I thought surely they would reschedule the show. Remembering my sauna experience form the evening before, all I wore was a concert t-shirt.. We get there and RAIN OR SHINE! And it poured like a mutha fucker the entire show.
As you can tell - it made for a memorable weekend, I still remember all the nuances and little details. But, I can't remember what I ate for dinner last night, lo.l.
I grew up playing Trombone, so ya know I still like this stuff. My daughter has been collecting Herb Alpert vinyl, those are great, too. What about Ennio Morricone? The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Once Upon a Time in the West, and My Name is Nobody are great soundtracks to chill with.Always like to start off chill - Puchini radio (opera), Bali Ha'i (soundtrack from South pacific musical) radio, Glenn Miller Radio (40's big band), Girl from Ipanema Radio (chill 50's) or Tumblin Tumble weeds Radio (old country).
Started off this morning with Glenn Miller Radio on Pandora. Always reminds me of walking into my grandmother and grandfather's house as a kid, grandad sitting in a chair smoking non filter palmalls reading a book, grandma laying on the "davenport" as they called it, reading the paper with KFI on in the background playing 20's - 40's music. Good stuff.