Yeah - I know. Hamer Fan Club and all, but allow me this...
I'm sure it's just a product of my age and my questionable tastes in music, but I still get a thrill at the sight of sharkfin inlays and ebony.
When it came to fire-breathing metal pulsing madness, little lit my fuse like a dangerous/crazy looking Jackson ripping through an oversized Marshall stack.
Jacksons were exotic unobtainium, a tool for the elite groups having way more fun than I was.
It doesn't seem that long ago when Soloists ruled the arenas. I'm guess I'm getting old.
Anyone else still dig Jacksons?
I love the Soloist, Kelly, Rhoads, King V, and more. Care to add a graphic of a demon about to devour a barely clad women chained to a cliff? Even better. Throw in some pentagrams while we're at it. I'll take a platinum pink one as well, and a snakeskin...
Walk on stage with one of these - well, you better not suck.
I miss you, Eighties.