'Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear'
I was never really a huge fan of Aerosmith. I liked them, listened to many of their songs, but they were never near the top of my list of favorite musicians or bands. When I was a kid, I was much more into pop and especially alternative music. When I was younger, my music rotated between Mariah, Broadway soundtracks and alternative groups like Our Lady Peace and Bush.
My older brother however, was only into rock. His bedroom was below mine, and Aerosmith and RUSH used to vibrate up from the floor. I was not allowed in his room, but spent many nights banging on his door and jumping on my floor until my parents got annoyed enough to tell him to turn down his music.
I was discussing this with my brother the other day and another memory from those days resurfaced and flashed into my mind. Although I wasn't allowed in my brothers room, when he was out, I often used to sneak in. I always headed to closet to check out all the magazines that he collected.
The Playboys and Penthouses were 'hidden' deep in the back, but I usually managed to find them and sneak one out. The male/female pictorials were one of my first introductions to the nude male form in media and provided hours of fantasy and stimulation when I was a kid.
Not hidden however, were my brothers collection of rock magazines. There were so many different titles, but I think my favorite was CIRCUS. I remember that in addition to covering music, there were also sometimes stories on actors and television and movie stars. There were also plenty of shots of shirtless guys with guitars.
Although not a huge Aerosmith fan, I did love me some shirtless Joe Perry. His long curly hair, his sexy, defined nose and facial features and his spectacular nipples. I knew from glancing at the headlines that Perry was a skilled guitarist, but my focus was on form and his incredible chest and stomach. Those adult magazines provided many inspirational moment's, but so did those shirtless shots of Joe.
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