Genevieve Roxx

I woke up on Saturday morning with a concert hangover:  the vibration of music running through my veins, my ears ringing as Faster Pussycat songs dominated my mind, and I had the desire to get out there to do it again. I couldn't wait to see Phil Lewis with his new LA Guns men. But, first,  I had to make one final attempt at finding my friend. So I went to the local library, perhaps they had archives of wedding announcements or worse,  an obituary. Instead, the young man that helped me only had a yearbook for me to look at, and all I found was her middle initial under her senior picture. He advised I look at all the sites I've endlessly checked- and off I went with very little information in my pocket. I've learned that time moves fast when you're traveling and before I knew it- I was at Revolution Music Hall in Amityville, Long Island. Now, this is where things are going to get interesting. I'm blunt, what can I say, I'm a writer and I don't believe in

Leave it up to male-dominated 80s rock'n roll bands to throw me into a long phase of nostalgia. Faster Pussycat is on a "Dirty30" tour to celebrate thirty years of rock'n roll - since the release of their first album. I discovered the band when I was at a young, impressionable age of thirteen. It was the summer of '89, and those were some of the best days of my life.  Aside all the fun things a teenager does in the warm summer months, I also spent too much time watching way too many videos on MTV, and I would stay up late on Saturday nights watching Headbangers Ball. I also wrote a lot of stories in my notebooks, considering I couldn't play an instrument. When school started that fall, I found out all of my seventh-grade classmates were obsessed with the New Kids on the Block, and I was the only one who knew about the bad boys of Hollywood: Faster Pussycat and LA Guns. Fast forward to 2016. When I saw that Faster Pussycat was  playing an hour south o