This Music Monday post is going to be about as surprising as the sad and untimely death of one of my hairband heros:
I heard the news when I got to work on Friday; and crazy enough, a flood of memories from the good ol' days of heavy metal kareoke at the Hi-Fi in Cleveland came rushing back.
If you know the Hi-Fi, you know the guys from Warrant have a close link to that fine establishment.
And if you know me, you know I have a special little place in my heart reserved for those memories.
It was there, and it was at heavy metal kareoke with a live band, that I got to be a little hairband hellion--oh to be 22 all over again!
(Yes, its true kids...I at one time in my life, sang in place of Jani Lane at a Warrant concert. I might just be the one and only former Kent City Kitten that knows all the words to "Cherry Pie", and Warrant may have requested the aide of my horrible vocals at that concert in Akron...poor Jani just happened to have pnemonia on that particular night; while it sucks for him...it was beyond rad for me!)
And just as you would expect, I paid homage to Jani this past weekend by lending one of my vintage tees to my friend, while I sported my other vintage Warrant tee.
So while Jani rose up to the heavens (I would hope), I rocked the heavens in my DIY crop top.
yeah that's right!
Unfotunately I did not have 3 vintage tshirts, or else Mel could've gotten in on the Warrant-good-times as well. Instead, she just tried to out-do me by wearing what she calls her "Tall Girl Shoes"...sorry friend, I'm still taller than you :)
And I'm in my Warrant tshirt, YESsssss!
So here you go kids; this here little blog post is my respects to Jani.
This is one of my favorite WARRANT songs of all time:
Laugh it up all you want, I know Warrant is a joke to most.
Big deal, I'm a joke too.
*Vintage Warrant concert tee-from college buddy
*Leopard Print booties-F21
(they fell apart the following day and I threw them away in the park--just a side note!)
Go ahead, listen to one more Warrant song before you call it a night.
And if you shed a tear, its ok...he was a hottie from Ohio; and he died too young...but not young enough.
Is it wrong that I refuse to think of him as the big eyed bloated dude at age 47? Instead I'm gonna forever pretend in my head he will always be that tall skinny muscle-y toned 21yr old boy from Brimfield.