Sammy Hagar gives curious interview to MTV, claims to have been abducted by aliens
Sammy Hagar, he of the Shirley Temple spiral curls and progenitor of such Van Halen hits as "Why Can't This Be Love," currently has a memoir out, "Red: My Uncensored Life in Rock." To promote his book, Hagar gave an interview to MTV's Hive, a new website from the music news monolith, and it is quite the read (sorry, no linkage due to lots of expletives, but you can easily find it). It's so curious/bananas/not syncing with our regular sense of reality that we checked the date to make sure it wasn't April 1 yet. While it's not April Fool's Day, it is, apparently, National Alien Abduction Day... and Hagar, it turns out, was abducted by aliens in what he refers to as a "download situation." And no, he's not talking about aliens pirating his music.
During the course of the lengthy interview, Hagar had the following golden nuggets to share:
On the band's sex tents, which were built under the stage and utilized during shows:
Honestly, I think it was the production team that built our stages. I think they just thought it was part of the deal. They were like, “Well, this is Van Halen. The guys must want sex tents, right?”
On David Lee Roth, his gigolo enemy famous for executing some of the most beautiful scissor kicks and in-the-air splits ever known to rock:
Straight up? He’s not a friendly guy. He’s not a nice guy at all. And he’s no freakin’ fun.
On his experience with "a ship and two creatures inside of this ship"...
It was real. [Aliens] were plugged into me. It was a download situation... Or they uploaded something from my brain, like an experiment. “See what this guy knows.”
On the vast totality of the universe:
You know how big the universe is? It’s freakin’ huge!
And there are many other fine moments in there, including what he did when he opened for KISS at Madison Square Garden in 1977. (Hint: A Stratocaster was destroyed.) Readers, the Internet does not always give you this kind of gift on a Monday morning. Please take advantage of it.
-- Margaret Wappler
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