OK, this one hits hard. Mike Peters, lead singer of The Alarm. Big sound, even bigger hair. He'd been in and out of remission for cancer, I believe some sort of leukemia like thing, for at least 30 years. The thing reappeared a couple years ago, and I'm sure everyone was assuming he'd just beat it again this time. Sadly no. 66 years old, just a couple years older than me. The amazing thing about it all, is that with everything he went through, again and again, I don't know of too many people who exuded his undying optimism, his enthusiasm and joy for life, and everything in it. He had an indomitable spirit.
Often slagged off as a poor U2 imitation, which I think was extremely unfair. From about 1985-1987, The Alarm were one of my absolute favorite bands, and I saw them three times during that period. I bought tickets for Pat Benatar because The Alarm were opening, and then left after they played their set. In 1986, I believe they were the first band to have a live show of theirs broadcast on MTV, their Spirit of '86 show from UCLA. Huge crowd.
I had a major crush on a little punk girl who worked at the local record store, about five years younger than me, and The Alarm was one of her favorite bands. One of the shows, I was filing out of the little alley that houses the entrance to Boston's Orpheum Theater, in the middle of the rest of the crowd making their way out, just about to make the turn onto Tremont Street, when someone punched me in the shoulder. I turned, and there she was, hanging on the corner with friends. Both of us two hours from home, running into her on that corner. Made a bit of brief chit chat, and left her with her friends. Idiot. That punch made my whole night.
This is a song from that show.
Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube.
www.youtube.com