Tuesday, March 12, 2013
wanna move, do some semblance of exercise, but crashed in the ole hotel room and unlikely to move. wondring where my resistance band's at, pretty sure i brung one with, but ain't seen it since I got here. of course, I'm realizing that I overpacked, and so it might still be under the t shirts and stuff I didn't bother taking out. Problem is, need too much stuff for carry on size bag (what with necessary work clotches, and wanting to have gym shoes available). Hate paying the 25 bucks for a bad i mean bag (tonight's affectation: not using the backspace key at all, totally seeing how horribly i type.), but it lets me take a couple of neeeded items with me.
It doesn't hep the inertia that the tv in this hotel (which i didn't ever turn on on Sudnay night or any time Monday) has VH1 classic, and it was showig Beyond the Lighted Stage (Rush documentary) when I got here after dinner (5 cheese grilled cheese with bacon) and now i see a evolution of metal spisode on glam metal, hair metal, that stuff that was on the radio when I was starting to listen to music. I like the stuff, no gult or shame whatsoever. Interesting to see the doc maker follow up with some of the glam members and ask how their lives were in the 90s, after their star faded.
Now that I think of it, I'm almost at that point of Dave Mustaine's autobiography where Megadeth in entering the 90s, a relatively fallow time after Countdown to Extinction amd the Youthanasia album. Curious what he had to say about that. Maybe I'll take that book downstairs and mindlessly pedal on the exercise bike. I think I just convinced myself to freaking move.
A couple of faves from that era (even if Saigon Kick gets unfairly lumped in with the hair metal thing, if you ask me),
Skid Row: "Youth Gone Wild"
Saigon Kick: "All I want"