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Sunday, October 19, 2008

O, How I Miss The Nuge

I’ll admit it. Back in the day, I was a huge Ted Nugent fan. Stranglehold? Free For All (baby)? Takes me back to the 70s, a friend’s basement, sitting in a circle passing a joint, laughing and digging the music. A simple, silly, and supremely friendly time.

That was then, of course; and this is now, and we are left with our memories and the (mostly) clandestine and mischievous knowledge of having a slightly misspent youth and an almost stereotypical experience of the 70s.

The music was a trip: six- and seven-minute songs to groove to, drum solos, guitar solos, expansive jams, opportunities for musicians to climb out on to a musical limb and bring you along.

Music moved on, of course, as the arts must: to disco, to dance music, to the electronic drummer and synthesizers, to punk.

OK. I can handle that. I own quite a bit of it, as a matter of fact. Things change. People grow up, get jobs, pay taxes, throw real dinner parties, serve decent liquor and form opinions based not on what their friends think but what they think.

Which brings us back to The Nuge. Ted Nugent.

He had a reality show not long ago – and who knows what it was called. I had to look it up. It was just that forgettable – morons competing for some reason for something. Who cares? It stunk. Nothing I found out about him was anything I wanted to know about Mr. Great White Buffalo. In fact, I found out that he was a patriarchal ass. I could’ve done without that.

As we said in the 70s: Burn!

What’s my point?

That I miss my illusion. All I ever needed to know about Ted Nugent was that he was/is an excellent and rockin’ guitar player. He was my childhood, my teenage years, my rock-and-roll fantasy.

My apologies to The Nuge, but I never wanted to know the real him. I just wanted to be in the room while he played.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

I'm with you, Pearl. Right there sitting by the washing machine listening to Ted Nugent, Led Zep and Heart.

Pass the doobage.

Peace - Rene

Lilly said...

Mmmm, you could ahve been descibing my life in the 70s too - yep its best to keep the mystique and preserve the memories without really knowing the reality. They grow old and uncool like the rest of us but we dont need to know that, I agree.

Adlibby said...

"Ted Nugent called... he wants his shirt back." I loved that reference in Oceans whichever... Anyhoo... thanks for stopping by my blog. I'd love for you to be a follower... does it not work when you click the follow me button over there in the sidebar? And I agree... sad for the folks who didn't get that farm life experience. It's such a rich part of my background. My daughter rides horses so that we can spend time on someone elses farm now... no pigs... but there are chickens. And horses beat cows anyday... but don't tell my grampa I said that! =)