Old Enough to Forget

I love Billy Squier. I'm not a fanatical fan by any means and can't tell you what kind of sheets he was rolling around on in the video for "Rock Me Tonite." I only saw the video a couple of times. It was goofy, but honestly no worse than the video for Steve Perry's "Oh Sherrie" or any of the other early videos by musicians who didn't know where to look when they were on camera. It should not have been a career killer. I kept the faith and dutifully bought each album when it came out, and while some were better than others, they always had at least one killer track, and the rest were never just filler. Heck, his final album in 1998 was the stripped-down, intimate, acoustic Happy Blue . It was really good and apparently sold only 10,000 copies... and I bought it twice. I'm getting ahead of myself. My journey didn't start with The Tale of the Tape . I hopped on the bandwagon, along with a lot of other people, when he released Don't Say No in...