POP METAL BALLADS: I Won’t Forget You by Poison - I realized that I had an entire week highlighting pop metal classic without having a real deal hair band in the mix. Some decent tunes I had already posted previously. Others have been banned for life on this blog like Skid Row. And then there are some acts that simply put are too awful to post even as a joke.
I have to give respect though to Poison. Despite their vapidness and penchant for too much makeup, they were the classic working class pop metal party band. They moved from Pennsylvania to Hollywood to give the band a chance, worked the club circuit hard, and broke big time on the heels of their surprise hit debut, a bare bones production financed largely by themselves and their family.
Some might expect to see Every Rose Has Its Thorn here, but that tune’s overwrought seriousness will just not do. I am looking for something that works for the beach, and I Won’t Forget You pretty much owned the summer of 1987. Just don’t hate me if you find yourself playing this in your head this weekend.
ODD TRIVIA NOTE: Slash auditioned for the lead guitar spot, but was passed on for C.C. DeVille, who had more “fire”.
He handed the boy the sword, hilt first, and walked over to Arya, but it was the Bull he spoke to. “Queen wants you bad, boy.” Arya was lost. “Why should she want him?” The Bull scowled at her. “Why should she want you? You’re nothing but a little gutter rat!” “Well, you’re nothing but a bastard boy!” Or maybe he was only pretending to be a bastard boy. “What’s your true name?” “Gendry,” he said, like he wasn’t quite sure. “Don’t see why no one wants neither o’ you,” Yoren said, “but they can’t have you regardless. You ride them two coursers. First sight of a gold cloak, make for the Wall like a dragon’s on your tail. The rest o’ us don’t mean spit to them.”
They were never my pack. If they had been, they wouldn’t leave me. She splashed through a puddle of muddy water. Someone was shouting her name, Harwin probably, or Gendry, but the thunder drowned them out as it rolled across the hills, half a heartbeat behind the lightning.
One day I’ll ride away on Craven, and he won’t be able to catch me, she thought, but she never did that either. Where would she go? Winterfell was gone. Her grandfather’s brother was at Riverrun, but he didn’t know her, no more than she knew him. Maybe Lady Smallwood would take her in at Acorn Hall, but maybe she wouldn’t. Besides, Arya wasn’t even sure she could find Acorn Hall again. Sometimes she thought she might go back to Shama’s inn, if the floods hadn’t washed it away. She could stay with Hot Pie, or maybe Lord Beric would find her there. Anguy would teach her to use a bow, and she could ride with Gendry and be an outlaw, like Wenda the White Fawn in the songs. But that was just stupid, like something Sansa might dream. Hot Pie and Gendry had left her just as soon as they could, and Lord Beric and the outlaws only wanted to ransom her, just like the Hound.
Look at us, it’s 6 in the mornin’ If time was money, then we’d be worth a fortune I swear, you may think you’re rich You can have a million euros but you can’t buy this
And the band was on, playin’ our song We messed up the lyrics as we sang along But we didn’t care, cos it felt like we were the only ones there Our feet were sore, our throats were raw They’re turnin’ out the lights but we’re shoutin’ more, we’re shoutin’ more
When she glanced back over her shoulder, he was watching her with that pained look on his face that meant he was thinking. He’s probably thinking that he shouldn’t be letting m’lady go stealing food. Arya just knew he was going to be stupid now. (ACOK)
She splashed through a puddle of muddy water. Someone was shouting her name, Harwin probably, or Gendry, but the thunder drowned them out as it rolled across the hills, half a heartbeat behind the lightning. (…) A mailed hand closed hard around her arm. “You’re hurting me,” she said, twisting in his grasp. “Let go, I was going to go back, I … “ “Back?” Sandor Clegane’s laughter was iron scraping over stone. “Bugger that, wolf girl. You’re mine.” He needed only one hand to yank her off her feet and drag her kicking toward his waiting horse. The cold rain lashed them both and washed away her shouts, and all that Arya could think of was the question he had asked her. Do you know what dogs do to wolves? (ASOS)
Lightning cracked to the south as the riders swung down off their horses. For half a heartbeat darkness turned to day. An axe gleamed silvery blue, light shimmered off mail and plate, and beneath the dark hood of the lead rider Brienne glimpsed an iron snout and rows of steel teeth, snarling. Gendry saw it too. “Him.” (AFFC)