Showing posts with label hotel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hotel. Show all posts

Aug 18, 2011

Monster Magnet, "Space Lord"

I'm in Vegas, B*tch! Monster Magnet, Space Lord 

THE VIDEO Monster Magnet, "Space Lord," Powertrip, 1998, A&M SAMPLE LYRIC "Well I sing ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh / Space lord mother mother! / Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh / Space lord mother mother!"

THE VERDICT I know. This video is from nineteen-ninety-freakin'-eight. It's well outside the purview of Headbanger's Ball (which met its maker three years prior). Not only that, it has the ignominious distinction of having been the first video ever played on TRL. (Not that that kind of popularity is always a bad thing — I mean, think how many videos I've featured were really popular on Dial MTV back in the day! 'Memba that one?) 

So why am I do doing this? Welllll, because I'm getting married in fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada, and this was the only metal (or even metal-ish) video I could come up with that is in Vegas. Which is weird when you think about it, given how many music videos take place in Vegas. Rock videos, pop videospop-rap videos — in terms of U.S. cities, it probably comes in third, after L.A. and New York (the only possible contender I can even think of for third place would be Miami, or like if you counted Brooklyn videos separately from Manhattan ones). 

Anyway. This video is pretty beloved, but everyone seems to forget Monster Magnet pulled this trick not once but twice — "Powertrip" is more or less the same idea, using slightly different hip-hop video conventions (inflated suits, tunnels). I think it's mainly that this one was such a surprise at the time, especially because of how it starts out.

Monster Magnet, Space Lord 

I mean, before things really get going, this video plays not only with the conventions of hip-hop videos of the time, but also of dark/nu metal videos. I mean, the whole first verse, when the music's still pretty quiet, could be from any of a number of videos, with the faces coming in and out of the light, and all the fog flying around, and of course the super-wrinkly old people (hello, "The Unforgiven," I'm looking at you). I think the skinny kid with "Mother" written on his chest is a nod at "Jeremy," just like, while they're at it. 

You just have to kind of ignore the fact that if you're paying attention, Dave Wyndorf is already wearing a big ol' chain and a purple vinyl suit. (While you're at it, ignore the guitarist's raver attire, with the big pigtail buns and giant sunglasses, even if it kind of reminds me of Edge and Christian. Late 90s fashion was baaad. For real, no nostalgia there.) 

But dang, when suddenly the black backdrop falls down behind them and you really see Dave's suit, you have to admit it's pretty freakin' badass. Not to mention all the dancers. I feel like nowadays you'd expect them to be more implant-y and dressed more provocatively, but they are totally correct for the time, with their monochrome metallic getups. 

In fact, they're basically the exact outfits worn in Ma$e's video for "Feel So Good," which this video grabs almost all its shots from. It's actually kind of amazing how exactly they recreate parts of it. The biggest difference is Ma$e has more girls throwing around money, and he actually gets to shoot inside the casino. 

So where are they in this video? Same as Ma$e — Monster Magnet aren't on the Strip. By relocating to Fremont Street and the Plaza, they've gotten a hotel that's willing to scroll their band's name on its marquee (and let them shoot off a ton of pyro), so we can't knock 'em for that. It also gives them this cool ceiling-of-lights thing to shoot under, so I like that. You can't imitate the Hype Williams style without a lot of lights and a fisheye lens. I enjoy Dave's lightbulb-covered suit as well. Especially the fact that you can visibly see where it's plugged in. Any shots where you can see his legs, you can also see the cord.

Monster Magnet, Space Lord 

Okay ew, the part where Twiggy from Marilyn Manson is suddenly there, no thanks. Sorry, but I am just not a Manson fan. But I appreciate that it was critical that they include a sequence in the video where Dave drives a Pontiac Firebird down a street where it looks like it just finished raining, accentuating all the lights. Again, it's just Fremont, not the Strip, but it still looks good. You've got to appreciate the old Vegas, not just the new stuff. 

I also enjoy though that they aren't even driving on a road — I'm pretty sure this is enclosed now, as part of the Fremont Street Experience (it actually already might have been at the time this was shot, they just aren't lighting the 'ceiling'). So this video has a bigger budget than its non-Strip location might make one think — given that there aren't people gawking at them from the slot machines, Monster Magnet actually closed off like, all of Fremont to make this video happen. 

My guess is they're filming in the middle of the night, but still. Everything in Vegas is open 24 hours, and so there are probably people who want to be in whatever place you're trying to shoot your video 24 hours a day too. 

So given what we've seen in this video, am I going to be cavorting with dancers, wearing crazy suits, making it rain? Umm, no, pretty much the opposite. I'm stoked to see my friends, but as I've said in previous weeks, weddings are awful, kids. Trust me on this one. 

P.S.: I totally realize that the biggest event in metal this week has been the untimely death of Jani Lane. But I have had these wedding-related posts planned out forever, so I'm sorry, but I have to go through with it. Post-wed, it's Jani tribute time all the way.

Jul 8, 2010

Guns N Roses, "Paradise City"

The Summer of '88
Guns N Roses, Paradise City
THE VIDEO Guns N Roses, "Paradise City," Appetite for Destruction, 1987, Polygram

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Take me down to the Paradise City / where the grass is green and the girls are pretty / Take! Me! Ho-oh-ooooooome yeah yeah-ah!"

THE VERDICT This video always, always has said "summertime" to me. "Paradise City" is also, for my money, one of GNR's most iconic videos, as opposed to the bloated, over-budgeted monstrosities of their later years.

If you watch it, it has a lot of shots that will go on to get used in Vh-1 montages and the like, even moreso than "Welcome to the Jungle" (really mostly just Axl screaming and leaning on Slash, and Axl sitting on the bed watching all the TVs) and "Sweet Child O' Mine" (really just Slash plugging in his guitar). Let's review it together.

The beginning of the video, shot in gritty black-and-white, establishes that this is an "on tour" video. The camera pans around an empty Giants stadium, and we see GNR tees that are probably $150 on eBay right now. The camera pans past the stage, where we see various of the band members hanging out, looking young and oh-so-hot. I've talked about this many times before: These boys are in their Magic Hour.

Of course, Axl Rose only appears once the video is suddenly in color, and they're actually performing. He's wearing a customized white leather getup that somehow, no one ever makes fun of him for, even though people make fun of Warrant for their customized white leather getups all the time! Maybe it's 'cause he's also wearing a Cathouse t-shirt. If I could find a non-repro Cathouse tee, I'd be the happiest woman alive pretty much.

Shots of the band performing in color are interspersed with backstage shots in black and white in a very fast "meet the band" sequence, then when Axl finishes the first chorus and swings his arm out, we finally see the ginormous stadium crowd for a minute. Again, this is Giants Stadium, where GNR are opening for Aerosmith, who I assume are still touring off of Permanent Vacation (since GNR are likewise still touring off of Appetite). Can you imagine watching 1988 Guns N Roses do "Welcome to the Jungle" live, then watching Steven Tyler wheeze through "Dude (Looks Like a Lady)"? I don't mind Aerosmith, but that would really be a letdown.

Guns N Roses, Paradise City

Anyway, then we see the band (not Axl, of course) roaming around 80s Manhattan, which you know I love. Slash, Duff, and Steven go to beloved (and since departed) Manny's Music, where we get an iconic shot of the camera zooming in on Steven sitting against a bunch of amps.

Then we're back at Giants Stadium with more set-up shots, including a favorite of mine, Slash wearing cut-offs standing in the middle of the stadium. Fans begin to pour in, and we also see the boys looking at stuff on the street. I'm pretty sure they're in midtown, but I always picture them as being down near St. Mark's Place in this part.

The crowd is in full effect, and even Axl seems to have shown up. Everyone gets their guitars, and then with that piercing whistle, we're finally at the dunt-duh-nuh-nunt-duh-nuh-nunt-duh-nuh-nunt-duh-nuh-nuh-NUH guitar part, which rules. Everyone's going nuts, particularly white leather Axl. The crowd is going nuts, though interestingly you can see when they pull back enough (which they try to avoid doing I'm assuming for this reason), the top-tier of nosebleed seats is far from full.

In the midst of this performance footage, we get another of my favorite moments: Duff hits on a woman walking by, who totally keeps walking. Woman! You are being hit on by 1988 Duff McKagan!! He is not going to look like that forever! This is soon followed by another iconic shot -- the quick transition from "tell me who you're gonna believe" to the couple making out in the middle of the crowd. Damn! Can you imagine being like "that was me making out in the crowd during 'Paradise City' in 1988"? And then we've got yet another one -- Steven Adler riding around on a boat in the East River, with the World Trade Center behind him.

Then we're back with Axl, and what appears to be literally a sea of white people waving their arms at him rhythmically. A tiny security guard foils an equally small dude trying to get onstage. Lots of fast camera swings, but then we get some nice shots of Slash playing his guitar while standing next to a fan -- not a GNR fan, literally like a large box fan, 'cause they're playing during the daytime in the middle of summer at the freakin' Meadowlands. It's hot.

Guns N Roses, Paradise City

Anyway, it's mostly color footage of an increasingly sweaty band performing at this point in the video, interspersed with backstage/behind-the-scenes black and white stuff. I love the trying-to-wake-up-Steven-at-the-hotel shots, as well as Slash signing an autograph using some guy's back as a table.

In the midst of all this, we see the band hopping on the Concorde to head to England to play the Monsters of Rock festival (so for this we know an exact date -- August 20, 1988). That year Donington was headlined by Iron Maiden, and also featured KISS, David Lee Roth, Megadeth, and Helloween -- can you imagine?! A bunch of behind the scenes shots (race track sign, GNR dressing room sign) establish that yes, we are in England now. Lots of fans, Slash getting interviewed in the press tent by... crap... I can never remember this guy's name. He looks like Bruce Villanch, but he's not. I remember seeing him talk about this video on a Vh-1 special once, and he was thrilled to pieces that he's in the video.

We don't get much clear performance video from Donington, just a lot of crowd shots. Though no one cites a source for this (and I don't think of GNR as a terribly thoughtful band, sorry), everything I've read about this video (which admittedly isn't much, remember, I am the best source of heavy metal video info on the web! Or anywhere else) claims that the band added all this Donington footage in honor of two fans who were crushed to death during the band's performance that day. The biggest difference between this and the Giants stadium footage is that it's in black and white; there's no seating, just a giant sea of people; and fans in Europe always bring big, elaborate homemade banners with them.

As the song goes more and more off the rails, the video actually gets more subdued. Yes, there's some Axl dance, in both Jersey and England, but we mostly get a lot of vaguely moody crowd shots, and images of the band members sitting around peacefully backstage.

The end of the video is almost all Donington -- chaotic shots of the band and the crowd, with lots of rapid cuts. But for the final "hooooooooooooooome" we cut back and forth between screaming Axl in both settings, in color and in black and white. The final shot is of Axl in Jersey with his arms upraised.

Guns N Roses, Paradise City

This video is a bit of a time capsule, really -- there are a lot of things in it that don't exist anymore (and no, I don't just mean a GNR lineup that isn't packed full of randos): The Monsters of Rock festival. Giants Stadium, just replaced by the outstandingly fugly Izod Center. Manny's. The World Trade Center, which is always hard to see. (I don't mean it's difficult to make out, I just mean, it's sad to look at.) The Concorde. Steven Adler as a full-fledged member of GNR, of course. In all, I like the time-capsule video more than I like the song.

Speaking of the song: Have you ever seen someone try to sing this song karaoke? Casual fans always just remember the sing-along chorus, which is realllly easy to sing, and completely forget what the rest of the song sounds like, which is a slower version of "Garden of Eden" without the helpful bouncing ball. (Weirdly, I can't find a version with the bouncing ball on Youtube, but I SWEAR it exists. Beavis and Butt-head watch it!)

They also tend to forget how long and instrumental the beginning is. You'll see them get a panicked look in their eye, then try to make the best of it with some air guitar. But then when the first verse appears ("jus' an urchin livin' under the street / I'ma, hard case that's tough to beat") the real fear sets in. Most people don't make it past the second verse (the "I'd have another cigarette" one), which is probably for the best. (I'm assuming they also forget that the song is nearly seven minutes long, but it never comes to that.)

The weird thing is, the verses are by far the coolest part of this song. The sort of breakdown part ("so faaaar away") comes in second, and anything involving the actual chorus (including at the end when it gets really fast) comes in a distant third for me. I think the chorus is just, for better or worse (but mostly worse), something frat guys can sing along to that helped GNR sell more albums.

But really, the verse on this song encapsulates everything I enjoy about Appetite-era Guns N Roses -- gritty lyrics, staccato delivery punctuated by the occasional yowl, and crunchy, heavy guitars. Guess I'll mostly stick to "Night Train" and "Mr Brownstone." But for when I need to see delectable footage of a young Duff McKagan, I'll put on this video.

Jul 1, 2010

Scorpions, "I'm Leaving You"

A League of Their Own
Scorpions, I'm Leaving You
THE VIDEO Scorpions, "I'm Leaving You," Love at First Sting, 1984, Mercury

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Ooh, girl, I'm leaving you / yes, I'm leaving you / I've got to go to tonight" (repeat ad nauseam)

THE VERDICT It's almost the fourth of July, so I felt an all-out patriotism-fest was in order. Yes, the Scorpions are German. But this WTF-fest of a video feels like it could only have been made in the USA. There's no apple pie or fireworks (the latter of which, yes, invented by the Chinese, but heavily associated with Independence Day, right?). But what this video lacks in apple pie and fireworks, it makes up for with everything it does have. It's not movie footage, it just feels like you're watching some long lost "late night comedy" from the 80s (as Netflix so charmingly euphemizes it).

The Scorpions' ridiculously adorable old tour bus (not their real tour bus, I'm going to venture) rolls into the town of Bedford, which the sign announces to us has a population of a mere 405. The bus appears to break down or run out of gas or something pretty much right away, which is lucky for the Scorpions, since about half this town's population (or okay about 1/25th of it) is a klutzy ladies' softball league that plays braless in rompers. We're talking uniforms made out of hight-waisted hotpants connected to halter tops, people. If American Apparel hasn't brought this back yet, they will soon. (FYI, they more or less have, without the collar. So I'm sure a collar version is on its way.)

Anyway, these skinny white women, who appear to range in age from about 15 to about 40, are terrible athletes. It probably doesn't help them that they're being heckled by local good ol' boys, or that there's a dog running around in the outfield. One lady is so distracted by seeing the Scorps' bus roll by that she fails to notice the ball laying by her feet, even though we see another lady yell "Get the ball!"

Scorpions, I'm Leaving You

Following their game, all the ladies pile into a diner and enjoy a giant meal of what looks like hamburgers. They all freak out and press against the window, as it's right outside said diner that the Scorpions' bus comes to a halt, and the denizens of Deutschland pile out looking like rock gods. (Come on, it was the 80s people, this was how we thought it was cool to look.) Herman Rarebell is wearing black leather pants and a black leather jacket with no shirt. Francis Buchholz is also sporting black leather pants, but with a sleeveless tee. Rudy Schenker has on the same outfit, but Matthias Jabs steps it up in leopard-print pants, a white tank top, and a jean jacket. Klaus Meine makes it off the bus last, in black leather pants and a red shirt unbuttoned much to far for my comfort.

The Scorpions all pose around the bus, while the women continue to excitedly jam their faces at the window to get a better look. Weirdly, the Scorpions are very well reflected in the window, so I don't think the band can see in. One of the ladies makes an "I'm getting an idea" face as one of the local boys sort of stumbles past the Scorpions. She then says "come on" to the other gals in the restaurant.

Next we get a "getting ready" montage, always one of my favorites in any movie, but particularly 80s movies. This being a "late night comedy," it's also a prime opportunity to show the girls running around in teddies. They all keep running across a porch past a guy who looks like he's in his twenties but is clearly meant to be an old man -- gray wig, reading the newspaper on the porch, dressed like George Costanza's dad. Why couldn't they just cast an actual old man? That's just one of the mysteries of this video. Anyway, he stares after them as they run back and forth. As one of them finishes putting on perfume, we get a close-up of her vanity table and see -- ew!! -- an actual scorpion zipping around.

No sooner do the Scorpions arrive in their hotel rooms (okay, it looks like they're staying more at a bed and breakfast or a boarding house than a hotel), the ladies are all over them, asking them to sign copies of their records. Every time one of them sits down or enters a room, ladies are popping out of closets, climbing through the windows, and crawling from under the bed to get autographs and to take pictures of them with cameras with those old-time flash cubes -- remember those? The things that looked sort of like stacks of light bulbs, and you got to use each of the light bulbs like once? I also enjoy that apparently Matthias and Herman have to share a room, but no one else does.

Scorpions, I'm Leaving You

Next thing we know, the fake-old-man guy is fake-limping down the street with a shotgun. We see the ladies talking to each other in the boarding house hallway, and running back and forth between the rooms, when suddenly the fake-old dude shows up brandishing his shotgun and fake-limping even more ridiculously (he's basically pogoing on his left leg). Um, are we meant to believe all of these girls are his daughters? He chases some of the girls through the rooms, threatening the Scorpions.

Meanwhile, this one lady is walking down the hall, dropping actual, insect scorpions onto the floor. What?! As she drops each one, we see sort of a semi-transparent shot of each of the band members whipping around to face the camera dramatically superimposed over the shot of the insect walking on the floor. Ummm... are we meant to believe the scorpions are the Scorpions? Is this a magical transformation sequence? Or is this lady just trying to like, get a bunch of the girls' feet all swollen up from stings? Maybe she's on a rival softball team. That doesn't make much sense though, because these girls' softball team was incredible horrible.

She turns around and looks pleased with herself once she's dropped all the bugs, who are crawling into the different rooms (no one seems to have closed their doors). It's either this or the guitar solo that makes Rudy suddenly jump up, grab his guitar and run out of the room. The girls are displeased by this.

The rest of the Scorpions follow suit, and they all meet up downstairs in the lobby, where for the first time in the video, we actually see them with instruments playing the song. The girls all run down after them, and pile up on the stairs watching them play. We then get a weird second meet-the-band sequence featuring each member of the Scorpions, in profile in front of some venetian blinds, singing directly to a different one of the women. Matthias and Herman seem to have had some luck in their double room, as their girls are most enthusiastic, while Francis' one just looks pissed.

Scorpions, I'm Leaving You

Without warning, the Scorpions fade and disappear from the room, and we see the women -- now looking much less fresh-faced and all-American, and much more like heavily made-up concert-goers, looking pouty and depressed. Suddenly the lady who was dropping all the scorpions appears in the middle of the lobby (where, for some reason, all of the instruments except the drums have disappeared along with the band). The girls look exasperated with her, and she makes a sassy face in return before spinning on her heel and also evaporating into thin air.

What, what, what!?!? This video is the Scorpions' weirdest by far, I have to say, and they are known to do some weird stuff in their videos. I think it's taking this sort of mundane realistic presence -- they blow into town, ruin all the women, and leave -- and adding the insects and disappearing and stuff, which makes it totally bizarre. Okay, I mean not that the like, sexy women's softball league wasn't kind of weird to begin with. But it wasn't supernatural!

P.S.: I know, this one's not at the beach, but it still feels like a summertime video to me. It also reminds me strongly of one of my favorite Mystery Science Theater 3000 episodes, Zombie Nightmare. Seriously, click that link! You can watch the whole thing. The parallels are there, I'm telling you. Baseball? Yup. Babes? Check. WTFery? Can't check this enough times.

Jan 7, 2006

Guns N Roses, "Patience"

Because Every Bad Boy Has His Soft Side
Guns N Roses, Patience
THE VIDEO Guns N Roses, "Patience," GNR Lies, 1989, Geffen

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Said woman, take it slow / it'll work itself out fine / all we need is just a little patience / said sugar, make it slow / and we come together fine / all we need is just a little patience"

EXCESSIVELY DETAILED DESCRIPTION The video begins with a producer's hand turning on a uh… my technical knowledge is not so good here so I'll call it a tape recorder as Duff says, "one, two, one, two, three, four …." Izzy (I think, based on the hand only mind you) begins to strum an acoustic guitar, and our own W. Axl Rose begins to uhh… whistle.

Whistling is well, something I can't even get started on here, but let me tell you, it is a plague. Nothing better says to the world, "hey world, I am completely and utterly mindless" than whistling. I will take humming, murmuring to one's self, even nose picking over whistling. Never the less, this is how GNR, the hardest, heaviest, wildest, etc, etc, have chosen to begin their song, so who am I to say that by god whistling sucks.

Anyway. Axl's hair is super-straight, and he's wearing a bandana with a backwards-turned baseball cap over it. He must have a teeny-tiny head. If I was going to try a look like that, the baseball cap would have to be the size of a friggin' hubcab to fit over my giant head. Sorry, pointless. Anyway. He also has sunglasses tucked into the neck of his tee-shirt, which features some sort of large Japanese print on the front. Axl has rolled up the sleeves of his tee for a sporty look.

Axl sways around before fading out, while a view from behind the backs of the record producers comes into focus. The camera pans along behind them, and we see one turn to the other. We can see Duff in the far background, the soundboards in front of them, and in the near foreground, a table covered in refuse dominated by food wrappers and beer and champagne bottles.

Izzy comes briefly into view, but we quickly cut to a producer's hand cranking up the volume on a dial labeled "Slash." Then we see Slash, who basically is a cigarette poking out of a ginormous amount of hair. Don't worry though, we can also see his arms. He's playing an acoustic guitar with a mic hanging down in front of it.

Since there are no drums whatsoever in this song, we see Steven Adler blowing out a long match having just lit a candle or incense or some such crap. Though based on the wider shots we know the Gunners are technically in the studio, it looks like a Pier One threw up in there. Oriental carpets, pointlessly fringed tapestries, candles, decorative bottles, and chintzy-looking brass abounds. You expect Kirstie Alley or one of the Queer Eye dudes to pop out of there at any moment (or, if you're sort of drunk, you’re thinking the dude from the Counting Crows is way better looking than you remember).

We see Duff, then a wide shot, before coming in tight on Axl doing a slow version of the Axl dance with Duff's back in the foreground. A sliver of Slash’s face makes an appearance before we get a headshot of Axl, who is still whistling (it's been 40 seconds, but who's counting?).

Panning across the band shows off more of the crap they picked up at the Pottery Barn, before ending on Axl. Now is a good time to mention that he's completed his look with a gigantic studded belt and black leggings that are patterned with white thingies (I can't tell what they are -- they look like very wide "x"s).

Suddenly, we're in an old-fashioned, wood-paneled hotel lobby. A woman in a black leather jacket sits in a white chair reading, and a clerk is visible at the desk behind her. Behind him there are all of those little mail hutches, like when they sort all of their mail or whatever for all of the different hotel rooms. Next we see a hallway in the hotel, with three people (a man in between two women) backlit and walking toward us. They quickly fade into a shot of hotel room. We're facing the unmade bed, which has a large upholstered headboard. The lights on the bedside tables are turned on, and though the room isn't a wreck or anything there is a lot of stuff left out. By the bed's foot one of Slash's guitars is on a stand, and his hat is hanging on it.

Axl finally begins singing. We watch him emote sincerely for a moment, then we see Slash (shirtless, wearing black leather pants, black leather gloves, and many silver necklaces and bracelets) laying in the hotel bed and holding a hugeass snake. We pull back, and see that on the other side of the bed, a woman dressed all in black lingerie leans over and peels off her shirt.

We then go back to the studio, where Duff strums along in the foreground and further back Slash holds his guitar all the way up in the air while he plays (he’s leaning back all weird like he is sunk in a papasan chair). A wider shot reveals all manner of knick knacks (specifically, weird candelabra/statuary and elaborate end tables) behind Axl.

Guns N Roses, Patience

As we head into the first chorus, a well-dressed couple (the man in a suit and the woman in a strapless black evening dress and gloves) walk toward us down the hotel hallway, arguing. They fade away as they get near us. Back with GNR, all of the producers nod in approval and make adjustments on the boards.

Axl (who we all know is lost without a teleprompter) sings with his eyes on a sheet of paper he's holding to be sure he remembers all of the words. Lyrics remembered, he focuses on gyrating his hips while Izzy and Duff strum valiantly along and Steven uh… stares at the floor.

Next we're in a hotel room identical to Slash's, only we're with Duff, who's looking good in a white blazer and black everything else. He's smoking and sitting on the edge of the bed, and he stands up to grab a used room service tray (with a pot of coffee, a mostly-finished glass of o.j., and a bunch of crumpled-up napkins on it, if you were wondering).

Slash does one big strum, and Axl whispers "pay-shunse," then closes his eyes and tilts his head back while adjusting his package. Then Duff, still carrying the room service tray, passes a maid pushing a cart in the opposite direction. He's walking toward the camera down that same hallway we keep seeing. The maid fades away as she looks over her shoulder at Duff.

Axl begins the second verse sitting down, as is Steven, who uses a big mesh, metal thing to snuff out one of his candles. Axl almost cracks a smile while looking over at Izzy during the line, "sometimes I get so tense." Interesting. Then we see Duff, who is now in the hotel's lobby. The woman reading is still there, and the clerk is tending to a couple who are both wearing their jackets. He turns toward Duff as the couple exits, but then both he and the woman reading fade away as Duff inexplicably deposits his room service tray at the front desk. Now I am not much of a traveler, but even I know that you can just kind of, you know, set it outside of your room's door.

The camera zooms in toward Duff as he turns toward us, taking a drag on his cigarette and putting one hand on his hip. He also shows off that he has a big chunk of dark hair going on under all the bleached stuff in this. I love two-toned hair. We all know I love it on the luscious Mr. George Lynch, but this is more along the lines of Jan/Lynn from Vixen who had the like, raccoon tail thing going on under her hair. He appears to do a double-take at something to his right.

Axl stands up again for the chorus, and Slash hoists his guitar likewise. We then see a different view of the hotel's lobby, which is grand and old-fashioned looking. A bellboy enters carrying two suitcases with a man in jeans following, and two other men are on their way out. A couple of model-looking women converse animatedly on one of the couches, and the camera goes in close to pan across them. Steven Adler is sitting next to them, and he smiles bemusedly while scratching his head with a drumstick. He tilts his head back and looks at the ceiling.

Then we're back with GNR. Izzy, who looks like he just stepped out of a Black Crowes video (or Brent Muscat's dressing room, though I suppose it's really Brent who dresses like Izzy, and probably they're both really dressing like, I don't know, David Johansen from the New York Dolls), is sitting in front of a massive pile of Oriental rugs. It is like the longer the song goes on, the more tchotch fills the room. Somehow, even though there aren't any windows visible, it is getting darker in there. Suddenly Izzy is playing on a wooden bench, with a big vase or something next to him and screens next to him (I guess he went into another showroom, or the set of a Bang Tango video).

Guns N Roses, Patience

Axl is again overcome with emotion as we head into the guitar solo. Slash picks at his guitar, and Axl does a slow Axl dance with his eyes closed. Now, I am not the first to make this observation (it was actually Mike Myers on a Wayne's World special on MTV that coincided with the release of one of the Wayne's World movies), but if this video shows one thing, it's that Slash might like hookers but he loves snakes. I guess that's why his solo projects haven't been called Slash's Hooker Pit.

As a continuous shot of Slash playing with that snake in bed unfurls, we see a succession of -- come on, everyone, count along -- 1 (blonde in black camisole and thigh-high stockings getting into bed), 2 (different blonde, corset-y thing and normal tights continuing motion of getting into bed), 3 (dark-haired girl with bangs in red sitting next to him), 4 (dark-haired, black miniskirt, bending over and flipping hair), 5 (curly brown hair, sitting down on bed), 6 (reddish hair, black stockings, lying down facing him) -- 6! Six rather professional looking ladies with Slash. The last one disappears, and we go in close again to look at Slash, who's still messing with that snake.

Dancing Axl briefly reprises the whistling, then brings both hands together before bringing one finger to his mouth in a "ssh" gesture. The screen fades to black momentarily, then Slash kicks up again with the second (third, if you count the whistling) movement of the song. Dials are pushed as Axl looks thoughtful and brings his hands together, then holds them apart, palms up, feeling the music. He starts singing and doing some serious ass Axl dancing.

We then see Axl enter a room -- maybe another room in the hotel, but it is decorated in a much more modern way than Slash or Duff's rooms. There's a double bed with two framed photos over it, and French doors that are lit blue (they look like the screens that were behind Izzy before). On the nightstand, there's a large lamp and a phone with blue neon in it that is ringing. Also in the near corner there's some other low piece of furniture, a chest or something, that has a black leather jacket embellished with big white bones (like a fake skeleton pattern, a la Spinal Tap's "This is exact, my exact inner structure done in a t-shirt, exactly medically accurate.") draped on it.

Anyway, Axl walks over to pick up the phone. He picks up the entire phone unit, then (after a brief look at Steven and Izzy nodding along), he puts the phone to his ear, then looks at it, then throws the entire thing to the ground and repeatedly stomps on the phone (we see this close up). I remember when I was younger I always felt bad for the phone, because I totally wanted to have a phone like that.

Singing Axl smiles, and the whole band sings along for the "just a little pay-shuns / yeahhhh-ahhhhh" part. Axl swings a mic on a cord and catches it in his hand to start the badass coda of the song ("I been walkin' the streets at night" etc). He swings his butt around a lot, showing that he has a big scarf or something tied to his big belt. Slash tilts his head back enough that his face finally emerges from beneath his hair.

Guns N Roses, Patience

We then see Axl again in his hotel room (or whatever that room is). He's sitting in a little armchair with a lamp (like the one from the bedside table) and a white baseball cap on the table beside him. He leans forward, looking intently at his television. He's wearing a black tee-shirt with a red and yellow logo I don't recognize and blue jeans, as well as a lot of silver jewelry (most notably a couple of very large silver crosses). He is watching the video for "Welcome to the Jungle."

He crosses his arms, then we see over his shoulder to the tv, where the Axl of 1987 dances around behind Slash. We then see a shot that I do not believe is actually in the video -- it's the part where they're all in that bedroom together, and this is of Axl sort of shaking on the bed. 1989 Axl then rests his chin in his fist, looking jaded. "WTTJ" Axl leans on Slash and screams. Then we're back in the studio with Axl, who's really rocking out. Everyone sings along gamely, and Axl yowls like my cat demanding attention.

As the song wraps up, we again see the hotel hallway. The arguing couple is now walking away from us, and fading away from the moment we see them. The song ends with Slash hoisting his guitar and Axl sloooowly bringing the mic to his lips, as per the inevitable.

THE VERDICT My New Year's resolution? To devote more time to rockin', of course. And that means getting off my lazy (okay, in actuality, overworked and overextended) ass and start writing about more videos. The time has come! Maybe 2006 will be the year in which I actually begin to tackle the big GNR trilogy (b/k/a "Don't Cry," "November Rain," and "Estranged"). If nothing else, it is the year of the Poison 20th anniversary tour, and that, my friend, is something to look forward to.

Anyway. I learned a lot while I was writing about this video. I learned that I am totally rusty at the moment. But I also learned that I have been getting a lot of the words to this song wrong for years, which is especially odd since this is one of the GNR songs with more intelligible lyrics. I've always heard it as "sad woman, take it slow," not "said, 'woman, take it slow.'" Same with "I ain't got time for the game" -- I've always heard it as pain. Hm. I pride myself on my excessive lyrical knowledge, so this is a bit perturbing to me to say the least.

In general though, I love this song. Aside from Axl's trademark, cat-like wailing, it's a not very Guns-sounding song, but that's okay. After Appetite for Destruction, maybe we were ready for a taste of something different (if you'll pardon my pun). Sadly, however, I am not seeming to have a lot to say analysis-wise for this video. GNR Lies is a weird album. It has always struck me as killing time, like something they released just to tide people over between stripped-down, hardcore AFD and the over-the-top bombast of the Use Your Illusion albums.

You could argue that "Patience" paved the way for all of the Unplugged-ness to come, but seriously, people argue that about every acoustic metal song (and they're only right about "Wanted: Dead or Alive"). At least this one doesn't have a "the record company didn't want us to put this on the album, but we said we wouldn't put out the album without it, and it became our biggest hit" story (at least that I know of). (cough!) "Save Your Love" (cough! cough!) "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" (cough!)

Ok, now I'm just being mean, and you know I heart the metal, so that's just silly. Besides, I should really be trying to figure out what's up with the video. Does the white jacket and bussing of trays mean that Duff works at the hotel? Are Axl and Izzy in a different place? Did Steven actually leave the band of his own will, because they make him do all the lame stuff in this video? Axl's playing himself, right? Does Slash put down the snake at least to well, you know? We'll probably never find out. If y'all remember the pseudo-tabloid style cover of the album, it's all Lies.

Nov 16, 2004

Dokken, "Alone Again"

Who Wants to Be Lonely?
Dokken, Alone Again
THE VIDEO Dokken, "Alone Again," Tooth and Nail, 1984, Elektra Records

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Tried so hard to make you see-ee-ee / but I couldn't find the words / now the tears, they fall liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike rain / I'm aloooone again without youuuuuuuuuu"

EXCESSIVELY DETAILED DESCRIPTION The side of a bus moves across the frame. The scene begins in Room 113 of a lonely motel. After a bus drives by, reflecting the motel's neon sign in its chrome flank, an anonymous hand opens the room's door. Before we enter the room, however, we cut away to a brief montage of 1) hot chicks at a Dokken concert, 2) meatheads headbanging at same concert, 3) one of George Lynch's pecs (yes!).

Suddenly back at the motel, we check out our accommodations. Ooh, lucky us, The Dukes of Hazzard is already on! But no, before we can settle in on one of those double beds to catch up with Boss Hog, we're back at the Dokken concert (not that that's really a bad thing). Fans begin to hoist lighters as a heavily made-up Don Dokken starts singing (and let me state for the record that I think this song is totally gorgeous). Don Dokken's perfect ski-slope nose takes over much of the screen -- even in many of the shots that are not of him, a ghostly image of his face is still sort of superimposed over the scene. But then oh, (oh!), we're rocking out with George Lynch again. Nice!

Meanwhile, Don's staring into the mirror in the motel bathroom, moodily reflecting on the loneliness he feels even in the midst of the swirling whirlpool of fame (or perhaps merely adjusting his headband). But no time, we're about to hit the first chorus, and back at the Dokken concert, things are staring to really rock. If there's something I like better than nice, slow concert shots of leaps, kicks, and of course, hair being flung to and fro, I don't know what it is. A lot of it is probably b-roll of them playing completely other songs, but no worries. It looks great.

Dokken, Alone Again

As Don sings "now the tears, they fall liiiiiiiike rainnnnnnnn," we see him rinsing his face in his sink, then balefully staring at his own reflection (looking for all the world like Linda Richman without her makeup on). It's a pretty good pantomime of loneliness, yes, but it's no "Wanted: Dead or Alive" (which I'd argue is the all-time greatest "I might have all this fame and money and rock stardom, but I'm so painfully alone" video).

The second verse is all live footage and again, it looks amazing. Jeff Pilson just always knows exactly what to do when the camera's on him -- he always manages to create this cool little moment between himself and the camera (one of my favorite shots ever, in "The Hunter", is of him doing a random little jump). At the same time, clearly, George Lynch is giving it all he's got -- we're nowhere near the solo, and he's already dishing up more guitar face than I can fit on one plate. Yes, even Don Dokken's got his leg up on something, reaching out and gesturing toward the crowd, who all wave their hands nonstop for the duration of the video. We do briefly see him covering his face with his hands before the mirror and tossing and turning on his motel bed, but at this point, the balance of power has tipped toward rocking.

The guitar solo in this song is (what else?) amazing, and the camera hardly leaves George Lynch as he peels through it, from his hair, which has almost completely grown out the amazing half-and-half dye job, to what appear to be Nikes. And let it be noted that he has further accessorized this look with a single long, feathery earring, a bandanna, and some kind of leather-looking lacing tied around one bicep a la the Ultimate Warrior. I love it!

Dokken, Alone Again

As the song wraps up, we have Don Dokken singing for all it's worth, with his face taking up the entire frame almost the entire time. Though he closes the door on the motel bathroom finally, the superimposition of his face over shots of the crowd's outstretched hands reinforce our sense that he's "alone again," as does the final shot of the bus from the beginning of the video pulling out from whatever town they're in.

THE VERDICT In spite of being roughly contemporaneous with "Into the Fire," this video couldn't look more different. While "Into the Fire" is a tremendous example of the early 80s video aesthetic (sets that appear to have been made by a high school drama club, excessive use of kabuki-style makeup), "Alone Again" really shows the direction videos were headed. Though there's still a story (there's always a story), the balance tips away from dramatic encounters involving the entire band to a focus on the lead singer as the lone actor.

It also a harbinger of things to come with the upscaling of heavy metal videos. With MTV suddenly airing metal in near-saturation level rotation (for better or for worse) circa 1987-88, there's definitely a turn away from using foil and "lasers" (or really any sort of special effects). Though that can be written off as part of the shift described above, where this difference is most notable is in the performance footage.

As compared to a video like "Into the Fire," which also contains a substantial amount of performance footage, "Alone Again" is much more advanced. The live footage appears cinematic, with approximately a jillion camera angles (compared to the other video's hmm, three). While even the most amateurish looking videos aired on MTV were undoubtedly professionally made, videos like these definitely show a marked turn toward a much more finished looking product.

In any event, in spite of attempts to tie the video together with a Don Dokken-based plot about the loneliness of the road (itself a common song and video trope, though possibly just a thinly-veiled ploy to win the sympathy of potential groupies), for me at least this video is all about George Lynch. Yes, the camera gives a lot of play to Don Dokken's perfectly pinched nostrils and precisely plucked brows, but the extent to which the camera lovingly captures every last inch of Lynch's alarmingly intoxicating physique can not be ignored. Likewise, while Dokken has opted to enhance his wardrobe with what's soon to become his signature headband, Lynch has tied rags around his torso. Do I even need to ask which looks hotter? Yes, my dearest George wins every time. Donny doesn't even have a chance.