My main man Danny just blogged about Friday’s Real Boss Hoss celebration at Mr. T’s, over on the L.A. Record. I was there as well, but had seen some of these bands last week already, so it was interesting to get a fresh perspective.
While Danny does give lots of well-deserved praise to the opening band, Some Dudes [that’s their real name, not a journalistic flourish, e.d.], he kind of skipped over talking about Nikki Corvette. And let me tell you why–not because we were both totally drunk by that point, but because she was dull as dishwater! I’ve seen her live before a couple times over the years, and it strikes me that the secret to Nikki Corvette’s rockster success is that she was sorta-kinda in the same girl-rock genre as the Runaways at a time when Every Band Counted, and so we talk highly of her as if she’s formative.
But she’s not. I’m not saying that she’s not catchy in those old old recordings. But at best, she is an also-ran in a sea of better also-rans. She’s from the seventies, she was lucky enough to land on a couple Bomp comps next to Stiv Bators and Willy Alexander, and people probably think she sang “Johnny Are You Queer?” even though she didn’t. I’m sure she’s a nice gal, and she has a lot of youthful enthusiasm. But all’s I’m saying is, I’m trying to drink less these days, but not when she’s playing.
P.S. Real Boss Hoss is still awesome, and you should go to every show.