I've mentioned in the past that I'm stuck in my adolescent music obsession, that I'm a fan of the eighties in a sense that allows me no latitude: I'm an eighties-dork.
The biggest part of my rock-life was predicated on Quiet Riot. They became popular when I was in middle school, when people were making choices between "Thriller" and "Dirty Deeds." For some reason we got the QR album "Metal Health" on my brother's birthday. (More on the collective birthday later). We loved it, the aggression, the attitude--it ruled, in the mid-eighties lingo we perpetuated.
But Kevin Dubrow died the other night. He was a jackass. But he sang some great songs.
Goodnight to KD. You were an inspiration for a while.