Aerosmith has always been one of those "supergroups" that I could kind of get into, but not really deeply into. I like songs like "Dream On" and "Sweet Emotion" but if the band fell off the face of the world tomorrow, I wouldn't have to go find myself some support group to cope. Still, my interest was piqued when guitarist Joe Perry told reporters last week that front man Steven Tyler was leaving the band. (As an aside, is it just me or does anyone else think that Liv Tyler's mother must be drop dead gorgeous to neutralize daddy's contribution to her gene pool? I mean, Steven Tyler looks like he fell out of the Ugly Tree and hit every branch on the way down.)
What jumped out me from one of the stories was that Tyler said he really wasn't quitting for good, but wanted Aerosmith to take a two year hiatus.
Two years?!?!
Steven Tyler is 61 years old in human years. In rock star years, he like 437. Sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll have not been kind to him. He doesn't have two revolutions of the sun to spare - he's already living on borrowed time. Think about it - if Steven Tyler dropped dead tomorrow of a heart attack, would anybody's first thought be "But he was so young! How could this happen?" Of course not.
Joe Perry said that the band will be looking for a new lead singer. I wonder what Sammy Hagar is doing right now.
