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by Brett Eugene Ralph_Archive
I got into punk rock sometime in 1978, and prior to that I listened mostly to Ted Nugent, Thin Lizzy, and Queen. I mean, I listened to everything, but those were my favorites. Ted Nugent absolutely ruled the hearts & minds of Louisville, Kentucky, in the late 70's--the South End anyway. I saw him in concert six or seven times, and he always put on a high-energy, entertaining show that would have made his Detroit brethren proud. I saw him as recently as 1986, opening for Aerosmith, who had fallen off the wagon mid-tour and were more fucked up than any professional musicians I'd ever seen--until I saw the Dr. Hook video. Ted delivered a no-frills, kick-ass rock & roll show as usual. He even played "The Great White Buffalo."
On one hand, I know that Ted Nugent is CRAP, a braying buffoon with whom I probably agree on one thing and one thing only: that rockin' the fuck out is unrelated to and eminently preferable to drugs. Despite my abhorrence for his politics, his sexism, and his all-around goofiness, I listened to his records so much at such a crucial age that I am incapable of having any kind of objective relationship with them. I'll probably never put a Ted Nugent album on in my home ever again, but I cannot deny the visceral glee that attends coming upon some of his songs on classic rock radio, particularly "Free for All" ("when in doubt, I whip it out..."); "Wang Dang Sweet Poontang;" "Stranglehold," with its eerie sound and robotic drumming; and my all-time favorite, "Snakeskin Cowboys," a straight-up great rock song with no waffle factor whatsoever. Hearing those songs--anytime, anyplace--is NOT CRAP.
I was out in Oakland a couple of years ago and was asked what I listened to before punk rock. When I mentioned Nugent, someone said, "That guy's an asshole. He rants onstage about how people who don't speak English should get the fuck out of America."
"Yeah, 'Wang Dang Sweet Poontang'" another guy said, "what the fuck kind of English is that?"
NOT CRAP: wf 9.