Rachel Rampleman introduced me to the NYC-based, all-ladies Mötley Crüe tribute band, Girls Girls Girls one Saturday night in early 2014 during a visit to her Brooklyn studio. The band was getting ready to play their last show and I was invited to witness the final act.
For Tom Werman, producing is producing, whether it's a multi-platinum album by Mötley Crue or a "Tomelette" -- Werman's signature breakfast treat at Stonover Farm, the popular New England Bed & Breakfast he runs with his wife Suky.
How can I enjoy this movie -- when I have such disdain for so much of its music? And yet I did. I had a lot more fun watching Rock of Ages than I expected to; I also resented how much I enjoyed it, as a light, funny spoof of a bygone era.
Such scrappy behavior -- hopeful, yet realist in a "turning world" -- is what propels this Down Under band over the precarious tightrope navigating the middle ground between dreams and nightmares on their journey to define a rock 'n' roll (r)evolution in the 21st century.
Rock history is littered with juicy memoirs from its most distinguished and deviant sages. From overdoses and groupies to the social upheaval of race relations in America, the tome of rock tell-alls paint a portrait that can serve as a backdrop for our national conscience.