Ratt: Who Are They Trying To Please?
It is a difficult assignment. Not to mention dangerous. Get something different on Ratt. Considering the amount of press the L.A. quintet has received since bursting out of the dumpsters and into the charts in 1984, it is a little disconcerting to Our Intrepid Reporter to consider what few new angles are left to discover.
Ratt: Who Are They Trying To Please?
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Karen Schlosberg
It is a difficult assignment. Not to mention dangerous. Get something different on Ratt. Considering the amount of press the L.A. quintet has received since bursting out of the dumpsters and into the charts in 1984, it is a little disconcerting to Our Intrepid Reporter to consider what few new angles are left to discover.
Having been given a much-coveted All Access backstage pass, the assignment becomes simply hanging around. And hanging around. And doing more hanging around, trying to fit the interviews in when convenient, meanwhile spending much of the time in the cement tunnels underneath the New England venue where Ratt is to appear before thousands of screaming fans later that evening.
At least the truth can be told about the vague but persistent phrase "Hanging Out,” which those of you who live in
N.Y.C. or L.A. probably hear your friends say they do with many Star-like acquaintances all the time. Hanging Out, actually, is boring, even if you have endless curiosity, for which Our Intrepid Reporter (henceforth referred to as O.I.R.) is paid.
Cement tunnels don’t have chairs, so