It seems like a very flawed and distinctly American – or perhaps conservative Christian – way of thinking that a curse will never again rear its ugly head or inflict terror upon innocent children and old ladies once it’s banished. What a fallacy. Look no further than bad music as a prime example contradicting this simplistic idea.
After Styx, Kansas and Toto seemed to have an unbreakable stranglehold on popular music, along came Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty and the Replacements to slip out of the grasp of AOR assholes — kinda like how Hulk Hogan (sorry brother, you’re not getting an RIP from The Bad Penny) managed to wrangle out of the clutches of Ric Flair when all seemed lost.
Because Matthew Park grew up in a household in Fairfax County, Virginia, where music was largely absent and in which furtively flipping through his parents’ Dave Brubeck records was deemed “naughty,” his understanding of music wasn’t just myopic, it was practically nonexistent. Park can’t identify the moment of clarity when he finally discovered rock music – but he can vividly recall when music transformed him while he was surrounded by strangers.
“The first concert I ever saw was Mötley Crüe. And it was awesome,” he says during a recent video conversation. “This was also back during a time where, at least in my family and my friends’ circle, our parents didn’t really keep very tight leashes on us. We were free to roam. So that’s what we did. We got into hair metal, like Guns N’ Roses, and that quickly shifted into Jane’s Addiction and the Red Hot Chili Peppers.”
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