I can’t say I’m a fan of Ted Nugent in any way. His music certainly has seldom excited me (Cat Scratch Fever? Gimme a break!) and his act as the ultra-conservative bowhunting badboy dressed in camo is just aggravating. But he has his fans. Over the years I have locally encountered graffiti of his name scrawled on buildings, overpasses and any other sort of public space you can think of. Shown here is a painting by one of my favorites, Dave Higgins, called, of course, Ted Nugent which features the name emblazoned on an old garage. There was a reservoir overflow on the highway near Corning that had the name in huge letters across it for quite some time until it was finally painted over.
I don’t know if it was the same guy in every instance who sprayed the name or if a cult of sorts has formed that inexplicably worship the aging rocker. I found one example of this graffiti online from a site that concerns itself with the canal towpaths of England so perhaps this is not as local as I had thought.
There was one Ted Nugent song that I did like, from his early days with the Detroit based Amboy Dukes when he was barely out of high school in the 60′s. The song is The Journey to the Center of the Mind. With it’s thinly veiled drug references ( Nugent says he never knew what the song was about!) it’s the sort of song that could be used as one of those songs used in a movie to define the timeframe for the scene in which it’s used. I like this video and the lead singer’s British Invasion influenced garb. Give a listen before you go spray Ted Nugent on the side of your local Wegman’s.