From pimply teenage soda jerks to drug addled, androgynous, monster rockers. What a long strange trip indeed.
Is Aerosmith a cartoon caricature of classic rock pawned off on impressionable masses?As I walk out of the theater I realize that I came here on the attack, seeking something to fume over in print. I wanted Aerosmith to present themselves in a way that would be an affront to all the things I loved about rock and roll. What I saw (in between jump cuts) was just a bunch of guys who play in a band for money and have a lot of fans. I meander through the mall for a few moments, stomach aching from overindulgence in peanut butter M&M's, feeling juvenile and immature. I purchase the Nirvana box set and head home.
They are. Is that wrong?