That would be the lead singer of Quiet Riot.
Back in 1983 or ‘84, I harbored quite the fondness for Quiet Riot. What third-grader wouldn’t? I remember the Lincoln Pilgrimage that year, riding in our den mother’s van on the way back from the forced march. We were on North Grand, in front of the shopping center, when “Cum On Feel The Noize” came on the radio.
It was urban legend among Sandburg third-graders back then that on the song’s last chorus, the lyric “girls rock your boys” was altered to be slightly naughtier. We got stone-cold quiet as the song went on, and cheers erupted after that last chorus because all of us “heard” the legend’s confirmation.
I can also remember rocking out with my sister and brother in her room listening to his vinyl copy of “Metal Health,” air-guitaring the solo to “Noize” on my mom’s old, wooden Spaulding tennis racket. I had that shit down.
