Blue Oyster Cult was on of my earliest musical insanities, and one of my longest-lived. They always were a bit too involved, erudite, and weird but still lumped into the early cultural ghettoes of “heavy Metal”, to be a band that was stereotyped. I saw them on the Cultosaurus Erectus tour, and several time after. But they were less about the headbanging testosterone metal scene than they were about good songs with interesting lyrics and a great band.
Oyster Boys Are Swimming for Me; just one deal is what we made, now
Do you think the zombie persona would have come around without the musical background of the Oyster Boys? Come on.
I saw them at the clamshell in Madison, and Alpine Valley when they were at the top of their game. I saw them at their worst in a crappy hall in wisconsin, and I walked out, After all that, I decided that fifteen bucks was worth it for a local show in a small club…and was fucking blown away. It was all the best of what I loved about the band, and they had decided that playing for appreciative crowds of any size was worth it.
But one of the high points of that show was Al lanier playing “in Thee” on an acoustic guitar. Fuck, even then he looked like he was dying. Al ALWAYS looked like he was dyin….
“Jim says some destinies, should not be delivered… Winning, it makes losers of us all”
Love, it makes strangers of us all. When we fall.
Allen Lanier died this week.
So I wrapped myself in cities I traveled
I wrap myself in dreams
I wrap myself in stranger’s arms
But I wish I could wrap myself…. in thee.
His band helped make me who I am today. He was a compatriot of Patti Smith and Jim Carroll, and his work si fucking important and I am sad that he is gone.
I am going out on the back deck to listen to a shitload of BOC and make a bonfire.