Got your attention, right?
I'm Clutch! So-named because that's a band I believe every fan of heavy music should know about, obsess over, and learn from. It's also a fair description of me and my ways: if an athlete comes through when he or she is most needed, they are said to be "clutch," yes? Well, I'm That Guy, the one who has a band-aid when you slice your finger trying to open a Newcastle Brown Ale with a Bic (c) lighter...Or the guy with a roll of electrical tape in the boot of my truck for special applications - like holding the plastic in your window after that drunk chick threw a brick through the glass...
I welcome you to test my Clutch-ness. In either usage of the word, and even some others. For instance, I do ride a motorcycle, so my left hand - instead of being a pimp-hand - is my clutch hand. See how that works?
Anyway, I'm old. "ALIVE!" was my first record purchase, as an 11-year-old snot in the beautiful country of Spain. Over there, it was hard to find certain items, but KISS records were everywhere
. Posters. Magazines. All over the place.
Interesting, to me, is the fact that a black kid turned me on to them. He was my best friend, and he got me indoctrinated in the fire of Parliament-Funkadelic's world first, followed closely by KISS. I guess he had a thing for...what? Flamboyance? Lord knows the two bands didn't have much else in common...
Ace has been my man ever since. I went through a period where I thought Gene was the coolest (what kid wouldn't, at that age?), but of course, as the child became a man, the man had to put away childish things, right? Si.
I came here for a few reasons. The most important is this: I had the privilege of watching Mr. Frehley at the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach several weeks ago. One of the openers, Psych Ward, featured two of my good friends and ex-bandmates; they had called me, knowing my love of all things Ace, and said, basically, "Get down here for that show or you will regret it the rest of your life. We'll put you up and make you a crew member, and it'll all be good."
And it was.
I think I spooged a bit in my jeans when he started scratching out the opening riff of "Parasite." And I KNOW I did when I first saw him unfolding himself from the courtesy van 10 feet in front of me, moments before going on...
I didn't speak to him. I'll never forgive myself, but at the time, my thought process was, You know, he gets enough of fanboys and -girls jumping in his face and telling him all sorts of stories about how much they love him, how much his music means or has meant...I just decided to let the man be. I like to think my NOT affronting him helped him put on such a great show. 8)
What else? Oh! His band is killer; great, energetic players, and nice guys, as well. Before all the sonic fun started, we had been hanging out, looking out over an alligator farm or some damn thing. I didn't really *know* they were his band (I missed the soundcheck), but they were just cool people. And when they were playing all those songs...Man, they blew 'em up
. It was readily apparent that they were having a blast with those tunes...
It was a great experience. It left me wanting to re-connect with like-minded folks, you see, and that's how I found this joint.
Is that enough of an intro? It had better be. I'm anxious to move along and mingle.
Thanks for having me.