Tuesday
Jul122016
This Is Cringeworthy
Tuesday, July 12, 2016 at 12:01AM
It's 2016, Guns n' Roses is back on the road and that means the heavy metal parking lot is back and in full effect. Here's "Guns n' Roses Parking Lot," but it's more cringeworthy and less humorous than the original Heavy Metal Parking Lot to me. Maybe you'll disagree, but I doubt it. The actual film is a true piece of nostalgia and anthropology all rolled in to one. The clip below is just more YouTube filler, but a good plug for GnR nonetheless.
Reader Comments (12)
The original HM Parking Lot is classic!! I don't cringe. Some are poseurs, some true fans. The original is an amazing piece of rock n roll fan culture from that era. Beautiful summer day in a lot boozing, being silly and waiting to rock!! Guilty and proud of it!!!!
Today, as demonstrated in this current assessment of the parking lot in stark contrast to the original, with the dominant presence of the internet, cellphones, facebook, twitter, less drugs, virtually non-existent public underage drinking and pretty much no philandering, these people featured in this current unintended parody have no excuse for their idiocy!
The original is priceless, Gallogs... I've probably watched it 20 times. Another thing that was way cooler back then was the STYLE. Cooler Clothes, Cooler Hairstyles and Cooler Cars! It was a Cooler Time, plain and simple.
And it goes without saying, as evident in the original, people's attitudes were generally A LOT Cooler!
I have no doubt they are having the time of their lives in the parking lot. So I can't slam them for that. But it would have been far more interesting if those opening licks had morphed into 2 Live Crew's "F**k Shop" as the camera tracked over to Luther Campbell selling bootleg GnR shirts out of a vintage steamer trunk, propped up against the bumper of his Cutlass Ciera.
I think of Coors Extra Gold, the sweet taste of water filtered through a delicious-remover!
But, here again, I can't let my history stick get in the way of the presentness of those who party in the lots. For some, this is their _now_. So be it. Even if I find it, more and more, a drag. Paying for lots where you can party? Having to hide your wares from the pay-cops patrolling the beat.
Specific snapshot of resistance: near Shoreline Amp. there is a parking lot, owned by Google (I think). It holds maybe a dozen cars. But if you get there early, you are golden. After hours, the Google security guys patrol the area and couldn't give a damn what you do. And so you do . . . in all your middle-aged glory. Then you walk a bit to the show and enjoy the over-priced spirits and the (hopefully) great bands. An occasional Google bike (look it up) goes missing. Headaches are the norm the next day.
But it is a small-scale attempt to hold back the swells of age and affectation. From the outside, I bet it looks sad. From the inside, it still feels fun. I tip my party ball to you, Bob. Great story. And I raise you a Keystone. You know, it's got a special lining to make it taste that icky?
Going to school is smaller town in Montana, I still recall being in awe when Stroh's came out with the 30 pack. That was a revelation! [Sidebar: the story of Stroh's decline is a fascinating one, from hubris, lethargy, and business standpoints.]
I will trade you a recollection: remember when Lowenbrau was considered premium? Boy, times have changed.