I came of age in Southern California in the middle of the 1980's Sunset Strip Hair Metal era. And what an era it was. My teenage years were spent in small clubs watching, getting to know, and obsessing over bands which, just a few years later, would go on to worldwide fame, fortune and lore. The music was awesome (well, except for Poison) and the dudes were long haired, leatherclad and fucking cool (well, except for Poison). And as far as the young me was concerned, no music was more awesome than Ratt's -- and no dude was cooler than Mr. Stephen Pearcy.
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