THE YARDBIRDS vs. MOTLEY CRUE: Yardbirds Forever, Motley Crue Never!
I know how my younger boy would put it if he were asked to compare the Yardbirds to Motley Crue. He’d say that Motley Crue sucks. But I don’t think that’s nearly strong enough. In comparison to the Yardbirds, Motley" Crue eats the undergarments of persons of highly impeachable personal hygiene.
THE YARDBIRDS vs. MOTLEY CRUE: Yardbirds Forever, Motley Crue Never!
Anastasia Finn
I know how my younger boy would put it if he were asked to compare the Yardbirds to Motley Crue. He’d say that Motley Crue sucks. But I don’t think that’s nearly strong enough. In comparison to the Yardbirds, Motley" Crue eats the undergarments of persons of highly impeachable personal hygiene.
Actually, Motley Crue eats the undergarments of persons of highly impeachable personal hygiene in comparison to any group that’s about more than getting its procreative organs licked and fondled, its bank accounts enlarged, and its picture in teenybop magazines.
The only thing I’ve ever liked about Motley Crue was the English dominatrix boots Nikki Sixx wore on the back cover of their first album—and only because my son-in-law had just weeks before bought me a pair exactly like them as an anniversary gift. (My husband and I will have been married 28 years—28 wonderful years—in March.) About the Yardbirds, who between 1963 and 1968 virtually invented the style that’s come to be known as heavy metal, I loved nearly everything.