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.
What fuels Noel Gallagher’s creativity?
Yeah, they broke up–that’s not gonna stop ’em from puttin’ new product!
Well, that’s ONE way to keep yer name in the press…
What has 32 albums, a 35 million dolla pad, and 333 pairs of glasses?
“Steal a car, go to Las Vegas”…lyrical brilliance from Billy Idol!
Would you believe I was JUST listenin’ to Scott’s Christmas album yesterday as we were puttin’ up the MaxiPadd tree?
Up in the sky…it’s a bird! It’s a plane!
Hey, don’t make any plans 9 months from now…no, I’m not pregnant.
Almost $150K for a ratty ol’ stained sweater?
It’s one of the greatest rivalries EVAH…