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Author: David From http://www.musingsoverabarrel.com/ • May 28th, 2025Category: Blog Entries.Local
This is an ongoing series in which I dig into the dark corners of my MP3 folder and revisit some long neglected music.
Tyketto - Dig in Deep
Tyketto - Don't Come Easy
Tyketto - Reach
Tyketto - Strength in Numbers Live
I discovered Tyketto on the side stage at the M3 Metal Festival in 2015. I had never heard of them and I was blown away by their short set. They released their first album in 1991, just in time for the entire genre to get steamrolled by grunge. Musically they are in the Bon Jovi or Night Ranger neighborhood of hard rock bands. They ended up with a bit of a following in Europe and the lead singer Danny Vaughn is still active in Europe both as a solo artist and with Tyketto. I think that 2015 festival show was the last time they played in the US.
Forever Young is the closest they got to a hit. It has over 9 million streams on YT Music, which appears to be more than the rest of their catalog combined.
Here's Hoping it Hurts is off their 2012 album, and is my favorite Tyketto tune. It hasn't made it to 10K streams on YT Music.
This is an ongoing series in which I dig into the dark corners of my MP3 folder and revisit some long neglected music.
Tinted Windows put out one self-titled album in 2009. It was power-pop perfection. That's not surprising when you consider that the band was James Iha of The Smashing Pumpkins, singer Taylor Hanson of Hanson, bassist Adam Schlesinger of Fountains of Wayne, and drummer Bun E. Carlos of Cheap Trick. No one has ever explained why they didn't continue.
Schlesinger was one of the first celebrity victims of COVID, so the band will never be reforming, at least not with the original lineup.
Every song on the record is a power pop banger.
Trip: 50
Nights: 172-174
Huh. 50 camping trips in the Aliner Ascape Grand+. Cool.
It was a chill Memorial Day weekend. My wife came down with a case of daycare crud on Thursday, so my son pinch hit and joined me for a weekend of hiking and drinking beer around the campfire. I'm 57. He is 31. He is an active athlete, I am not. Yesterday I needed a break after a long climb on a hike, and I'm huffing and puffing at the top and I look at him. He looked like he just got out bed. No sign at all that his heart rate was above 60.
Youth is wasted on the young.
Anyway, we birded and hiked and grilled and drank beer by the campfire. A perfect camping weekend. Well, almost perfect. It could have been ten degrees warmer at night.
For those of you in the US, I hope you marked the day in whatever manner you see fit. Visiting military cemeteries, grilling, boating, camping, or screaming "Fuck You Donald Trump!" over and over are all acceptable ways to mark the day. Let's hope the Orange Turd doesn't cause us to have a bunch of new fallen soldiers to memorialize next year. For the rest of you, happy Monday!