From KNAC.com.
"All this shit is baggage you drag through life, and then you purge it in art, journalism, music, your job, or you drag it with you all through tour life. But I purged it. I purged it in my songs." - Don Dokken
The '80's were unequivocally the greatest years in the history of hard rock. There were no limits to the artistic expression, and it seemed unfair that these high-haired rock and rollers were getting dirty-rotten-filthy-stinking rich while having the time of their lives.
Maybe you remembered the soaring, powerful guitar solos and those gooshy ballads that bled with emotion. Maybe it was the big budget MTV videos that moved you. Maybe you were envious of the pouty-lipped, over-coiffed, spandex-wearing sissies who got more ass than a proctologist. If you were a lady of the ‘80’s, maybe you had the teased-up Lita Ford hairdo going and fantasized about having Sebastian Bach’s lovechild.
Needless to say, much of the music from that time rendered me horny and delusional.
One of the bands that fell between the cusp of pretty and gritty in sound and physical features was a four-piece outfit from Los Angeles known as Dokken. From 1984 to 1988, singer Don Dokken, guitarist George Lynch, bassist Jeff Pilson, and drummer “Wild” Mick Brown tasted lavish success, but personality disorders, egos, and drugs caused irreparable damage, which ultimately split them apart. Not a real unique story in rock, by any means. Dokken’s music was indescribable, however. George’s sacred guitar solos and the mystifying harmonies of Don, Jeff, and Mick are not forgotten.
Read more of KNAC.com's exclusive interview with Don Dokken...
