by Casey Rea
Babe in Toyland.
I miss being young, fearless and lysergic.
Let's step back in time, shall we? The year was 1992, and the music world seemed primed to explode.
Well, maybe it was just the drugs.
A day or so ago, I was watching a metal-themed countdown on VH1 Classic. The program was hosted by Skid Row's Sebastian Bach, whose continued enthusiasm for the genre never fails to amaze me. Apparently, Skid have moved on without him. Look for 'em at your local VFW hall!
It made me recall the days before the '90s rockersbecame washed-out caricatures of themselves. Not that Rob Zombie wasn'talways a caricature. It's just that he was cooler back then.
I promise I'll get off the nostalgia trip soon.