And... eh hem... "Glam-rapper?" Seriously. Where have I been? This confuses me just as much as Christian metal. How long have these two genres been gracing our existence? My friends are no longer allowed to call me a music buff. (I was never worthy of that title, anyway.)
After reading up on
Mickey Avalon, there seems to be no room for a dull moment in his live show. Guys in tutus? Girls in lingerie? Former MTV VJ host
Simon Rex in a Jesus costume? I'm a sucker for burlesque-filled-cabaret shows... so this caught my eye. Simon Rex? Don't remember the guy - but he must be fun onstage. Right?
And... after educating myself on this man's life story in the works, he obviously has some stories to tell. He's the grandson of Auschwitz survivors. His little sister died of a heroin overdose, and he was the one to discover her. He watched his dad fall into a heroin addiction, get over it, then get hit by a drunk driver a year later. Mickey was the decision behind pulling the plug on his own father's life support. There's no questioning that this man has something to say.
There you have it. All the reasons that made seeing Mickey Avalon live so enticing. Better yet, before the show, I hadn't heard one lick of his music. Nothing. Nada. Just simply picked up on the buzz... heard he was coming to the Fox, googled him and was immediately pulled in. It was the first time that anything in writing actually persuaded me to see a show. And you'd think that after all the promotional articles and press releases I've written for bands-- that this gal would know what to see and what to avoid.
I must say, I was a little disappointed. First of all, Simon Rex was awful. He was rapping with some other dude that was opening... and frankly, I started to ask myself if this was a massive joke.
There were no guys in tutus.
There was ONE girl, and she was not entertaining, and she seemed to just be in the way. She pranced in circles around Mickey and made me want to leave a greasy, juicy, bacon cheesburger onstage for her.
I couldn't hear any of his lyrics. You'd think that with an entire audience reciting his words - that I'd be able to pick up on something. Welp, I got nothing. I was too busy fighting off the girls pushing their way to the stage and being on the lookout for crowd-surfers. I repeat: crowd-surfers at the Fox? To this music?
OH-- and I can't leave out the making out. Yes, Mickey made out with at least 8 different girls in the crowd, including the one in front of me - with braces.
All in all, the articles I read before the show set the bar entirely too high, because it was pretty disappointing. The only thing that really held my attention was the chance that his pants might fall off. And I wasn't watching in hot anticipation-- I was that 40-year-old mother attempting to wrap my brain around the saggy-pants-phenomenon.
Am I growing older by the minute or am I just plain lame?
I can't grasp the lasting buzz on Mickey.
Someone, please enlighten me. Am I missing the joke?