An Open Letter to Eddie Van Halen
Dear Ed,
How are you?
No, we’ve never met, but I saw you in concert a few times and spent a
lot of my youth listening to you play guitar. In fact, you were my hero. I’m a child of the 80s and there was no escaping your music,
especially when I was 13 and “Jump”, “Panama”, and “Hot For Teacher” were all
over MTV. After buying 1984 and listening to it a LOT, I dug
back and obsessively listened to the earlier (and, frankly, better)
records. Of them, Fair Warning remains the best. But I have to say, I tuned out around
the “Pound Cake” era. I mean, 5150 and OU812 were not great but I was willing to defend the band that was
unaffectionately known to many as Van Hagar. But only for so long. And sure, it’s easy for you to bash your former frontman, but
back in 1988 you seemed pretty committed to Hammy Sagar. But that’s what you do, isn’t it, bash the former members. Well, all
but Mr. Extreme.
Anyway, I’m writing today to discus your future. To me, you have two options: another
reunion tour with Roth—and we both know you don’t want to do that—or abandon
the need to be a “band” in the traditional sense. No more three-minute rock songs with sing-along
choruses. They were fun, but
really, lyrics like “I’m taking whiskey to the party tonight and I’m looking
for somebody to squeeze” don’t really cut it in the 21st
century. The 80s were fun and your
cocaine fueled party records were (and are) pretty great (well, the first six),
but those days are done. You know
that. Hell, you’ve paid for your
indulgences. (By the way: sorry about
your marriage and the cancer).
So what’s option two?
How about just writing cool little instrumentals? That way: no more frontman drama, no
need for a Roth or a Hagar or any other clown. It could be just you and Al and Wolfgang. (I’m not greedy: I’m not going to wish
for you to see past the nepotism and rehire Mike.) An instrumental band would free you up to write more songs
like this long lost gem or “Intruder”, which is actually high on my list of
favorite Van Halen songs.
You don’t need to write catchy rock songs anymore. Or power ballads. (Really, there’s no need for any more of
those.) Play your strengths, man. People already prefer “Eruption” to
“You Really Got Me”. I know you
didn’t write that, but whenever I hear your wild soloing on the classic rock
stations I tune out before that dumb two-chord shuffle that even Ray Davies is
done with. And you know what’s
better? “Spanish Fly”. And better than that: “Sunday Afternoon
in the Park”. Seriously, the
synth on that track is killer.
Like, as killer as Goblin. I
know you’re not in that dark, frustrated place anymore, but you’re not a young
party rocker either. What’s
left? Nostalgia mining? Sure, that’s the safe route. People will likely always shell out
dough to see what passes as Van Halen slog through the classics. But you have a shot at really writing
some interesting music now that you’re older and have enough money (you have
some money still, right?) to do what you like. Ed, you’re a fine composer and an instrumentalist at
heart. Embrace that shit and
compose something daring, something you might have only managed to force onto one of the old records. Make these
quirky experiments the focus. Get
wild. Play some fuckin’ guitar
again. Get crazy. Layer the synths, but not the expensive
ones. Go back to the cheap junk
that you used to sculpt the backing track of “Cradle Will Rock” and make them
sound like gold. Shed the need to
write anything that will ever get radio play again because the radio is no
longer the place for your music. Your
fans will buy it. You may even
pick up some money from the ironic hipsters out there. What do you have to lose?
Okay, thanks for your time.
Your friend,
Vince