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.
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Can someone give me the location of John Oates mustache?
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In the mood for a Rocktember Music Festival flashback?
I really think the producers of “Fifty Shades of Grey” missed the boat on not gettin’ a song from The Kinks on the soundtrack…
Would you Bounce to Brainerd to see Boston at BIR?
Is your stylus in working order?
Ready to spring for some over-priced popcorn and see ‘Smith up on da silver screen?
Fans of New Wave have probably already burned a skinny tie in effigy…