Thursday, January 29, 2009

You Can Check Out Any Time You Like, But You Can Never Leave

Some people - older people, like Gene Simmons in an interview with Henry Rollins where Simmons completely shocked Rollins into awkward silence - have complained that we've lost the concept of the rock star in the twenty-year triumph of indie music. I'm not entirely sure that I agree (although perhaps one could argue that Guitar Hero and Rock Band are symptomatic of what Counting Crows said about us wanting to be big, big stars), but props to Iron Maiden for attempting to put the separate, higher-realm creature element back into the mix with their London hotel for rock stars. Of course, because this hotel is a business venture, they don't want their future rock star guests to wreck the place in the best rock star style - no Led Zeppelin shark episodes here - but at least you have to be a well-known musician to get in. No doubt they'll be doing lines of coke off the speaker-shaped mini bars in no time.

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