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.
Whodda thunk the young lil’ gee-tar player with the BIG FRO would grow up to sell a gazillion records with Journey?!
This is about the SONG, not the movie…
How is Don Henley “goin’ country” a news story?!
The All-You-Can-Eat Buffet is open…
What’s got 5 heads, 10 legs, and 9 arms that’s playin’ St. Paul 2 times in less than 2 months?
Who’s gonna win “Best Kiss”?! Or “Most Ridiculous Use of a Marital Aid”?!
Howdy, padna! This here’s Sasparilla Steven, and he’ll be throwin’ a hoedown for yew!
Hey, if a plastic hip’s good enough for Eddie Van Halen, it’s good enough for Jeff Keith!
50 and Counting?! Try 52!