Back in the 1980s, when I was “metaler than thou,” I trashed Cinderella as “just another hair band.”
Well, a hair band they were. But now that I can drop the tough pose, hey, their stuff was pretty good! What has *happened* in between then and now is the death of music.
Tell me that I’m supposed to take lame “Coldplay” seriously, but not Cinderella. Sorry, I just can’t do that. “Gypsy Road” is just plain and simple hard rockin’ fun, to cruise to with the top down.
Take, for instance, “Shake Me.” By 80’s standards, it was pop. Twenty years later, I’m headbanging to it incessantly. Again: I’m supposed to respect Justin Timberlake seriously, but not Cinderella? Can’t do that, either.
Time for all you “purist” metalheads to realize what greatness lies in these so-called cheesy hair bands. It’s a wonderful feeling getting all sentimental about music I thought I was too good for twenty years ago, but something deep inside me told me wasn’t really so bad after all.
Shame on me for being such a jerk. I’m even warming up to Bon Jovi, Poison, and Whitesnake now. It may have taken two decades, but now I’m Nobody’s Fool.