August 12, 2010. Jones Beach Theater, Long Island, New York. Another year, another tour, another full house. Nine p.m., the shed goes dark to match the sky above. Cue drum count-off; cue Joe Perry âToys in the Atticâ intro lick; cue curtain drop. In a flash, night becomes day, and itâs Lights!/Voices scream/nothinâs seen/realâs the dream. . .
Onstage, the cast remains the same: Joey Kramer and Tom Hamilton clustered in back; Brad Whitford, shades on and ball cap pulled low, riffing stage right; Joe Perry, head down, leg cocked, black hair in face, planted stage left. Perched on a catwalk dead center, like ripe fruit dangling off the end of a branch, all mouth, hair, and multicolored scarves, Steven Tylerâthe last (or is it the eternal?) child.
Leavinâ the things that are real behind . . .
âToysâ wraps with Tyler and Perry, forever the dual eye of this enduring hurricane, at close range around one microphone, voices and, practically, bodies entwined. Then itâs on to and through a set list that doubles as a primer on several decadesâ worth of classic American rock ânâ roll. Cue smoke; cue Perry guitar smash, cue crowd cheersâGood night!
Aerosmithâs first publicity photo, 1972. GEMS/REDFERNS/GETTY IMAGES
Some forty years into their career, and firmly ensconced as rock elder statesmen, Aerosmith remain as thrilling and combustible as everâonstage and off. Just months prior to embarking on this recent round of live dates, the five men otherwise known as the Bad Boys of Bostonâand, hyperbole be damned, Americaâs Greatest Rock ânâ Roll Bandâstood on the precipice, hardly for the first time in their long history, of ripping apart at the seams. Before 2010 came to a close they threatened the very same once more.
But Aerosmith has weathered this particular storm, and dozens others, time and again. Credit to anyone, in fact, who can identify another band that ascended to such dizzying heights and then plummeted to equally profound depths, only to rise anew, transcending time, trend, and age for a second (is it now a third? fourth?) act filled with still vaster, if not wholly unimagined, raves and rewards. Americaâs Greatest Rock ânâ Roll Band? Quite likely (know one thatâs done it better, and for longer?). The Bad Boys of Boston? Absolutely, though Aerosmithâs story begins in earnest in the sleepy resort region of Lake Sunapee, New Hampshire, and, years earlier, New York City.
Harlem, to be exact. . .
Steven Victor Tallarico was born March 26, 1948, with music in his blood. Giovanni, his paternal grandfather and an accomplished cellist, emigrated from southern Italy to the United States in the late 1800s. He and his three brothers formed a classical quartet that worked in ballrooms and hotels across the country. Father Victor was a Julliard-trained pianist who also played professionally, later finding employ as a music teacher in the New York City public school system. He and wife Susan were residing in Harlem, not far from the Apollo Theater, when Steven arrived. The family, including older sister Lynda, eventually settled in Yonkers, just north of New York City. Speaking to Musician magazine in 1990, Steven summarized his formative years by saying that he âgrew up under [his] fatherâs piano. . . . My father talked to me playing Debussy and Beethoven. Thatâs where my emotion comes from.â
Steven Tyler, 1973. © RON POWNALL/ROCKROLLPHOTO.COM
Chain Reaction, New York City, circa 1967. MICHAEL OCHS ARCHIVES/GETTY IMAGES
Preternaturally hyperactive and a self-described problem child, music was just one of many life-shaping forces in young Stevenâs life. Summers were spent at Trow-Rico Lodge, a 250-acre family-owned musical retreat on Lake Sunapee, in New Hampshire. Ensconced in the creative environs of Trow-Rico, Steven got an early taste of the performerâs lifeâhe performed skits at Friday-night parties and, when the adults turned their backs, got drunk on homemade hard cider. Back in Yonkers, he began getting into trouble at school, fought with older kids who called him ânigger lipsâ for his prodigious mouth (âMy mom said, âAll the better to kiss the girls with,ââ Tyler told MTV), and, along with his friend Ray Tabano, joined a street gang called the Green Mountain Boys. Tyler also tried his hand at piano, but when his fatherâs instruction didnât hold, he switched to drums. At fifteen, he joined Victorâs big band, Vic Tallaricoâs Orchestra, playing for the society set around Sunapee. âLike Johnny Carsonâs theme song, âBegin the Beguine,â that type of shit,â Tyler told Rock Scene in 1986.
But with his teenage years came drugs, liquor, girls, and rock ânâ roll. When the British Invasion hit U.S. shores, Tyler was a goner. âI remember the first Stones album, the Who, the Rats from England, the Pretty Things,â he told Spin magazine in 1988. âMick Jagger, the baddest boy on the block, my idol. I said, âFuck, I can do that too.ââ He was well on his way. At eighteen, Tyler was making regular pilgrimages to Greenwich Village, where he and his friends spent long nights hopped up on booze, acid, and amyl nitrates, engaging in myriad carnal delights and taking in lots of rock showsâeveryone from the Lovinâ Spoonful and the Fugs to the Animals and the Rolling Stones.
By this time Tyler was fronting his own bandâthough from behind the drum kit. The Strangers (later altered to the Strangeurs to avoid conflict with an older New York act of the same name) worked rooms from Long Island to Lake Sunapee, playing four sets a night and brandishing business cards that read âEnglish Sounds, American R&B.â The band, with Tabano on bass, was raw but driven, and no one more so than Tyler, whose leadership qualities and perfectionist tendencies were already coming to the fore. In time, the Strangeurs landed a manager and secured opening slots for everyone from the Kingsmen to the Byrds. (A March 1966 review in the Yonkers Herald Statesman said of the latter show âLead singer Steven Tallarico came on like Mick Jagger of the Stones: bottom lip hanging, tambourine slapping against thigh.â) A gig at Iona College in New Rochelle supporting the Beach Boys in July of that year led to an audition with Date Records, a subsidiary of CBS, who signed the Strangeurs and quickly rechristened them Chain Reaction. The bandâs debut single, âThe Sunâ b/w âWhen I Needed You,â was a slice of Brit-influenced, mildly psychedelic pop. It received some airplay in the greater New York area throughout the fall, and Chain Reaction gigged hard across the region, including an opening slot for Tylerâs idols, the Yardbirds (with Jimmy Page on guitar), at Staples High in Westport, Connecticut, on October 22, 1966.
Chain Reactionâs âYou Should Have Been Here Yesterdayâ b/w âEver Lovinâ Man,â promo disc, 1966.
If Chain Reaction werenât exactly full-blown rock stars, they certainly looked and acted the part, wearing their hair long and dressing in the Carnaby Street style of the Stones and other British acts. Meanwhile, the increasingly extroverted Tyler was becoming something of a regional hero around Yonkers and Lake Sunapee. Chain Reaction packed in the kids at local Sunapee hangouts like the Barn, and raised a mild ruckus at joints like the Anchorage, a Sunapee Harbor ice cream parlor. Theyâd stroll in, order French fries, and leave a rock-star-sized mess for the shaggy-haired, bespectacled dishwasher to clean up. In a 2002 interview with Blender magazine, Tyler revealed the identity of the poor, disgruntled employee: âThat was Joe [Perry],â he said. âIt turned out he was mad because we always threw food, and he had to clean up after us.â
But things soon began sputtering out for Chain Reaction. A second single issued on Verve, âYou Should Have Been Here Yesterdayâ b/w âEver Lovinâ Man,â stiffed, and in June of 1967 the band ground to a halt. Tyler started a few short-lived projects and, for a moment, sang backup for the Left Banke (of âWalk Away Reneeâ fame). In August 1969 he left Yonkers for upstate New York, where he and Tabano snuck into the Woodstock festival, took in electrifying sets by the Band and the Who, got blitzed on pills, and ran into an old Yonkers drummer acquaintance, Joey Kramer. Afterward, Tyler retreated to Lake Sunapee and headed out one night to meet up with a drug-dealer friend at the Barn. Onstage was a raw and ragtag power trio called the Jam Band with Tom Hamilton on bass and a dark, intense nineteen-year-old Joe Perry on guitar.
âWhen I first saw these guys they were terrible,â Tyler said of the Jam Band in a 1999 issue of Mojo. âThey werenât in tune and they werenât in time, but they did [Peter Greenâs] âRattlesnake Shakeâ and there was a fuckinâ energy that all the bands Iâd been in before couldnât do ever.â
Tyler was smitten and saw his future before his eyes. âWhat was shining through,â he said, âwas the core of Aerosmith.â
It could be said that Anthony Joseph Perry seemed destined for a life of quiet desperation. That things turned out quite differently can be credited to hardheaded determination and sheer force of will. Joe was born on September 20, 1950, in Lawrence, Massachusetts. Soon after, dad Anthony moved the family (mom Mary, Joe, and younger sister Anne-Marie) to nearby Hopedale, a small suburban enclave home to Anthonyâs employer, the Draper Corporation, a manufacturer of looms for the textile industry.
Joe Perry, 1974. © RON POWNALL/ROCKROLLPHOTO.COM
School didnât figure prominently in young Joeâs interests, which ran more toward guns and, from very early on, the guitar. He recalled on a 2005 episode of A&Eâs Breakfast with the Arts: âIâve always been fascinated with the guitar. My Portuguese uncle played something that kind of looked like a ukulele, this Portuguese instrument. I remember at family dinners he would take this little homemade instrument out from behind the couch and sing Portuguese folksongs. So I always just loved the idea of that kind of instrument, the neck and the strings and all that. Even though my parents exposed me to piano and clarinet . . . all I wanted to do was play guitar.â
By the age of nine Joe had pestered his parents into buying him his first guitar, a right-handed Sears, Roebuck Silvertone. A natural southpaw, Joe simply adapted and began playing the instrument as a righty. Lessons followed, but not for long. âI took one lesson from a guy,â Perry told Guitar Playerâs Steven Rosen in 1979, âand then a week later I saw a hearse in front of his house. He had died. I just took it as an omen.â Instruction went out the window, but Perryâs musical desires only heightened in intensity. âIt was the only thing I could do really good,â he told RIP magazine. âIt wasnât anything my parents condonedânot that that mattered.â
He got his hands on a Guild Starfire 5 and absorbed the sounds of everyone from Roy Orbison, Ike & Tina Turner, and the Shadows to the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, and the Yardbirds, teaching himself to play along the way. The next step was finding a group. âI just played around and eventually got into a band,â he told Rosen. âI donât remember the name of that first band, but I do remember I didnât play guitar, because I wasnât good enough. I sang. But after a while, I threw everybody out of the band and picked up the guitar and said, âIâm starting a bandâdoes anybody want to play in it?â And that was it.â
Depending on whom you believe, three to six copies of the Jam Bandâs only LP were pressed. Mostly recorded live on August 30, 1969, at the Barn, the covers collection featured the Yardbirdsâ âShapes of thingsâ; Jeff Beck and Rod Stewartâs âLet Me Love Youâ and âBlues De Luxeâ; the Jeff Beck Groupâs âRice Puddingâ; Jimi Hendrixâs âRed Houseâ; a cover of the MC5âs cover of âRamblinâ Roseâ; the Spencer Davis Groupâs âGimme Some Lovinââ; and Kokomo Arnoldâs âMilk Cow Blues.â
His music education was in high gear, but his grades continued to suffer. In danger of flunking out of high school, fifteen-year-old Joe was shipped off to Vermont Academy, a prep school, to redo tenth grade. There, he didnât fare much better. âI really started to hate the system at [Vermont Academy],â he said in Circus Raves in 1975. âEvery time I picked up the guitar, people would yell at me. They wanted me to ...