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Last night’s wonderful 1984 tribute at the Doug Fir was a fantastic evening of playful cover songs in honor of a pretty impeccable year in music. But it was The Jolenes’ (a band now taken over with Mercury employees) cover of Twisted Sister’s “We’re Not Gonna Take It” that made my night.
At age six, that song was my little anthem, as I watched that video too many times to mention. I also blamed Dee Snider for that one time I pushed my dad out of a second story window. Take that, old man!
It’s been about 15 years since I last heard “We’re Not Gonna Take It,” so getting the live experience last night was a nice treat, especially since it made me realize that the song is essentially a slight tempo change away from being a perfect punk song—that wouldn’t be out of place in The Buzzcocks catalog—that was unfortunately performed by a piss-poor hair metal band.
Also, has there ever been an uglier band than Twisted Sister circa 1984? The video looks like a home invasion robbery by the world’s ugliest drag queens.
My favorite part of the video? When the entire band is crammed in the window together. It’s so cute.
That song's great in any form. I remember back in the mid-90s, there was a really good ska band in Vegas called Attaboy Skip (members of which are now in the Killers) that did a FRIGGIN' AWESOME ska version of it with a full horn section.
I tell ya I never skanked so hard in my life!
I strongly support the inclusion of at least one butt rock clip in each post as a standing policy.
The Jolenes were awesome last night. I think it was their version of Private Dancer by Tina Turner that put them over the top. It almost sounded like they were launching into a Catherine Wheel song at first. I mean, what song released in 1984 is more Portland then a song about about being a stripper? WHat about Kiesegato's cover of "Cherish" by Kool and the Gang? That was great.
Some lines in life are best unspoken, "I never skanked so hard in my life!" is one of them.
"Cherish" was great, one of the few covers that took a lot of nerve to cover.
Still, I wish someone would have taken on "99 Luftballons."
I liked "Private Dancer" a lot, too. That dancer was captivating. I could have watched him all night. He looked like Chuck Norris!
I thought the entire night was fun.
But I think the doug fir sucks. Such ugly lights, such ugly wood, such racket coming from the bar while the bands are playing, such lame buttheads working there. I got there right on time (because my siblings were staying at the jupiter), and after The Jolenes played I made the mistake of going upstairs to pee (the downstairs men's room smells like beer/cum, and there's smeared poo on the ground). I failed to heed all the "full capacity: 1-in, 1-out" signs, since, well, the place didn't seem to be full yet. And yet, after my pee I was barred from turning the corner and walking down the stairs. I was made to go the back of the line, and it took 30 minutes, and my beer turned warm. I got to the front right as my sister came out looking for me, and I tried to tell her to not pass the top stair. But she did, and then a staff member yelled at her for bringing her water three inches past the front door... how dare she ask if that was seriously part of the open container rules! Anyway, doug fir's a yuppie hole, but they host good shows.
And Twisted Sister looks great. I wish bands looked like that right now.
I remember Attaboy Skip and Professor Pun too. I was always amazed at how those bands could get everyone on the tiny little stage at Favorites.
Twisted Sister has got some real good songs, it's too bad they have a real stupid name and ridiculous look.
I vote for the cover of "In the Name of Love." The way they led into it so you could not quite recognize it for the first couple bars - and then the lights came up - made it all the more dramatic.
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I'm more partial to Quiet Riot's "Metal Health" in terms of early eighties anthemic butt rock, but generally agree with all your points.