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.
Scott Stapp TRIED to redeem himself in his recent tell-all, “Sinner’s Creed”, but he just can’t quit while he’s ahead…
Billie Joe Armstrong was so convincing playing a self-righteous arrogant rock star in This Is 40, looks like he’s flexing his “acting” muscle again.
Everytime I see Madonna’s name, I think of Robin Williams chanting it in The Birdcage…
Politics have never been my strong suit…matter of fact, I’ve never owned a suit in my life. LAWsuits, however, are a whole different matter.
A landmark album came right out of our backyard…
Looks like Tico finally shook a coupla vital organs loose after a 30-year career of beatin’ on stuff…
Great to hear that Trent hasn’t softened his approach to NIN after becoming the toast of Hollywood with his big Oscar!
His name is Robert Paulson…his name is Robert Paulson… figured it out yet?
If you’ve ever wanted to lick the back of Ray Charles’ head, now’s yer chance!
I’ll be honest–I think John Mayer’s a KILLER guitarist…haven’t been a fan of any of his albums UNTIL NOW.