Have you noticed that Steven Tyler and his daughter Liv are always styled like they are lovers or something? Always macking on each other in a weird, non-familial way. He's her dad, right? Or am I missing something?
Growing up listening to Aerosmith at my father’s knee, I always thought that the band was something special—something in your face and hard, something to tell the establishment to go f*** itself. And maybe it was, way back then. It was all anti-consumer, anti-status quo, and when you heard “Dream On,” you thought of something primal and real, not a freaking car for sale or, gasp, Gap jeans. Read more about Has Aerosmith Sold Out?