Ted Nugent’s a hunter — an unapologetic Republican meateater whose solution to America’s crime problem is “to kill ’em [criminals] all.” He’s a lover who has fathered numerous children out of wedlock and, recently, he moved from his longtime Michigan home to a new ranch in Crawford, Texas, where his next-door neighbor is a guy named George W. Bush.
Love him or hate him, Ted Nugent remains one of the few rockers who is as strong and vital today as way back when. In the recent VH-1 series Supergroup, Uncle Ted was the meanest and loudest one — the top alpha dog in a group of alpha dogs that included Sebastian Bach, Jason Bonham and, uh, the bass player from Biohazard. During the ’70s, Double Live Gonzo was the stoner’s album of choice — a standard issue, suburban fixture along with Frampton Comes Alive, Kiss’ Alive I and II and Bob Seger’s Live Bullet. He stumbled a bit in the ’80s and ’90s, with his low point being a stint in the god-awful “we’re doing it for the money” supergroup Damn Yankees, featuring that Nightranger dude and that Styx dude.
Yet, despite all that, the Nuge stands tall today and steadfastly holds onto his pro-animal killing and anti-drug and -alcohol views. Coming to Indianapolis for a rare club appearance at the Vogue, look for a raucous set filled with his biggest hits, “Free for All” and “Stranglehold,” and of course a vicious display of guitar heroics on his trusty Gibson Byrdland. Also expect to hear some things that you won’t agree with. But then that’s Nugent being an American, and like all great Americans, he refuses to back down from what he believes. Do not, however, bring your pet deer, your 21-year-old daughter or your far-left activist buddy, unless you want venison stew, a pregnant daughter and a catatonic ex-friend.