Born on the very day that Jimi Hendrix died, Remy Maxwell was destined for greatness. But mediocrity would have to do. Raised on a farm in South Louisiana by free-spirited freaks, Remy was inundated with music from day one.
Weaned on a healthy diet of Zeppelin, Elton John, The Beatles, Joni Mitchell (no, not Ween … they weren’t born yet) and the like wafting from the speakers in the trees, Joni and Elton were quickly replaced by Nugent and KISS, which provided an effortless transition to Van Halen, Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, Pantera, Alice in Chains, Janes Addiction and TOOL to name but a few.
Finally, the impressionable youth’s life calling was made apparent! Since that lucrative gig as an exterminator didn’t pan out, Remy spent his formative years playing in bands in New Orleans, Orlando, and Los Angeles. That never blew up into rock-star-size proportions, so a life behind the mic bouncin’ off the walls doin’ a show on the radio would have to suffice.
During a brief two-year interlude in L.A., he engineered records for such luminaries as Motörhead, Great White, Blind Melon, Irene Cara (FAME, baby!), Keith Sweat (pullin’ jailbait waaay before R.Kelly), and Gerardo. After stints at the ground-breaking KNAC and KLOS in Southern California, the allure of monster mosquitos in the summer and sub-zero ice fishing temperatures in the winter became too tough to ignore. Remy packed up his Harleys, DVD collection, and rolling wet bar and landed in Minneapolis, where he has reigned as rock radio’s premiere “Dirtbag Dujour” for almost a decade.
I used to catch Jacob Dylan with an early version of his band playin’ to a handful of people in the Kibbitz Room at Canter’s Deli in L.A. …
You don’t need to be rich to be my girl–you don’t even have to watch Dynasty!
John not only dropped the Cougar from his NAME years ago, but it seems now he got rid of another one…
It’s my 2nd year in a row hostin’ this all-day RAGER at Grand Casino Hinckley Ampitheater…
He got his first real six string at the five and dime..
Has marrying Avril Lavigne softened the metallic touch of Chad Kroeger?
Hey–God doesn’t take a day off! How are we to believe that Eric is hangin’ up his geetar from the road?
Dee’s comin’ to town!
The most celebrated Minnesotan–sorry, Fancy Ray–is comin’ home to soak up some adoration!
Not bad for an L.A. cover band that started out as Kara’s Flowers 20 years ago…