In honor of the hideously uncool sell-out move of Steven Tyler being a judge on American Idol now, I decided to post some of the Aerosmith photos that I've scanned in the past few months. These photos were taken from old Creems and Rock Scenes, from Circus and Hit Parader and Rolling Stone, photos that celebrated the birth of a bad-ass band from Boston who played louder, rocked harder, and sounded better than anyone else. This was a band fed on the Stones and the Yardbirds, who played in barns and made roots rock starring sex and guitar solos, the rhythm section pounding like a libido. Tyler's sinewy body, clad in catsuits and crooked smiles; the inimitable cool of Joe Perry, rugged in his denim and leather. Back when the Twins were still Toxic. Enjoy. All photos = my scans.
