Last night I watched Rock of Ages and it’s not an awful movie by any means, Tom Cruise is pretty good at what I imagine is someone high on thetans, but what really made it was the music. It was 80’s hair band-tastic.
The trend for Jukebox Musicals has given us Mamma Mia, We Will Rock You and I’m sure one based on Milli Vanilli. It seems that Rock of Ages is based upon the CD that get’s advertised every Father’s Day, the “Greatest Rock Guitar Riff Album in the World Ever III” and although the story is a load of turgid nonsense its soundtrack is amazing. What is it about rock and roll that gets feet tapping and starts a furtive rummaging for a lighter?
“Guitar groups are on the way out”
Luckily that executive at Decca was wrong, ever since a someone picked up a six string rock has thrived and survived. It’s seen off punk, nu-age, pop and disco this is my it’s called rock and not bubbles. It lasts, like a rock.
We’re not going to take it
Okay that may not have been a subtle metaphor, but subtle is not something that rock does. It’s loud and brash and in your face, hi-hats and power chords, it is the unmistakable riff that gets hands clapping. A stadium full of people in faded black t-shirts who can sing a 9-minute song without any backing from the band and hit the notes to the second.
This is what I love about rock, it is the music of joy. Even when the subjects are motorbikes crashing due to satanic bats, thorny plants or city building techniques there is something that makes these songs fun to listen to. They are just as fun to play, well certainly on a five button guitar. I’ve no idea how playing More Than A Feeling feels on a fender due to a complete lack of ability on a real guitar. On Rock Band I’m five gold stars good.
In fact the best tracks on Rock Band (and the old Guitar Hero games) are the old classics, clicking away on the plastic buttons while playing away to The Final Countdown is a pleasure. If it’s played on Lego Rock Band then the smile on my face would make the Joker look like a misery guts. Anyone who refuses to bop their head along to Monkey Wrench, Bohemian Rhapsody or Livin’ on a Prayer is a vile blaggard that has no heart or soul.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Can’t Drive 55.”
Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!