Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 10:25:30 GMT -5
These paragraphs kinda trip me out. Their stage presence, pictures of it in magazines and the few times I saw them in concert, was a big deal to me. That the rest don't like it is a drag to me. But in the 70's Steven and Joe never seemed to actually touch, but got real close. Maybe JJ can explain why that was so exciting to a teenage straight male
A quasi quote from a magazine was "Joe Perry on stage looking beyond cool, Steven Tyler draped over him like a big old raggedy coat." When Steven seemed to start putting his arm around Joe in the 90's or so it seemed to ruin that dynamic.
"In Wantaugh, New York, as Steven was swinging his mic stand around, it caught the side of my head. I know it was an accident, but it was a clear example of how Steven, disregarding everyone else, feels that it’s his stage. I’ve certainly bumped him by accident enough times over the years, but never with the potential damage that can come from a twenty pound metal mic stand crashing into your head.
In Toronto, I was standing at the edge of the stage. The spotlight was in my eyes, blinding me to the boxes and wires below. Since time immemorial, Steven has had the habit of cozying up to Tom, Brad, and me as we’re playing. Sometimes he’ll put his arm around us or bump into us. Since we’re concentrating on our instruments, this can catch us off guard. But because we know the audience thinks that Steven is acting out of exuberance or spontaneous affection, we give him a lot of leeway. For my part, I don’t like it, especially when I’m at the edge of the stage. So when he bumped me in Toronto, nearly knocking me down into the pit, I got pissed.
I was furious, my heart pounding in my chest. I’d asked him innumerable times not to bump into me from my blind side—whether it was cool or not. As I walked back front the edge of the stage, I gave him a slight hip check, never thinking it would throw him off-balace. I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. He wavered a little, then tipped over the side of the stage, into the waiting arms of a security guard. As I reached down to help him back up, he tried to pull me into the audience. I resisted. When he was finally back on stage, I said “Sorry you fell, but don’t bump me from behind—ever again"
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A quasi quote from a magazine was "Joe Perry on stage looking beyond cool, Steven Tyler draped over him like a big old raggedy coat." When Steven seemed to start putting his arm around Joe in the 90's or so it seemed to ruin that dynamic.
"In Wantaugh, New York, as Steven was swinging his mic stand around, it caught the side of my head. I know it was an accident, but it was a clear example of how Steven, disregarding everyone else, feels that it’s his stage. I’ve certainly bumped him by accident enough times over the years, but never with the potential damage that can come from a twenty pound metal mic stand crashing into your head.
In Toronto, I was standing at the edge of the stage. The spotlight was in my eyes, blinding me to the boxes and wires below. Since time immemorial, Steven has had the habit of cozying up to Tom, Brad, and me as we’re playing. Sometimes he’ll put his arm around us or bump into us. Since we’re concentrating on our instruments, this can catch us off guard. But because we know the audience thinks that Steven is acting out of exuberance or spontaneous affection, we give him a lot of leeway. For my part, I don’t like it, especially when I’m at the edge of the stage. So when he bumped me in Toronto, nearly knocking me down into the pit, I got pissed.
I was furious, my heart pounding in my chest. I’d asked him innumerable times not to bump into me from my blind side—whether it was cool or not. As I walked back front the edge of the stage, I gave him a slight hip check, never thinking it would throw him off-balace. I just wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. He wavered a little, then tipped over the side of the stage, into the waiting arms of a security guard. As I reached down to help him back up, he tried to pull me into the audience. I resisted. When he was finally back on stage, I said “Sorry you fell, but don’t bump me from behind—ever again"
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