Here’s the thing. It’s 1991. You’re a badass, albeit a sixteen year-old one. Steve Vai calls and wants you to front a band of shaggy hair baby hair metallers. He’s all “it’s gonna be like a younger, harder-edged Warrant” but you tell him Skid Row’s your jam.
And face it, you only get so much cred for being the red-headed rebel on Salute Your Shorts. Sure you lied to a cop in Terminator 2, but fuckin’ Furlong stole the show with his bangs. You’ve done a good job shrugging off the time on Diff’rnet Strokes, but when you wail over that wee MrRocklin’s riffs people are gonna think you’re the next Axl.
Vai is gonna have to cool it with the whole “producer” schtick though, cause you are not gonna call the band Budnick’s Boyz.
If Vai doesn’t cool it, you’ll bust out an Awful Waffle on him.
At least they were cooler than the other post-Salute Your Shorts band.