COOL FROM THE WIRE: Gene, Jack, Henrik and Paul I got a text from my friend Brett McCormick yesterday (Jan. 27) saying Dirty Looks frontman Henrik Ostergaard had died. As someone who is close to the Dirty Looks inner circle, I knew Brett was a reliable source, but I still didn’t want to believe…
It seems I went through a Rob Zombie/Phil Anselmo phase in 1997 as evidenced by the above photo of me and my beard hanging out with Slash.
Talking to Ozzy Osbourne is like spilling alphabet soup. The splattered puzzle is oddly intriguing, but it’s hard to make out a word. Jovial and chipper on the phone from Los Angeles [in 2008], the legendary heavy-metal madman sounds like a lovable British uncle with a hiccupping habit of mid-mutter f-bombs.
I still get bats in my belly knowing I talked to Ozzy Osbourne. Hell, he even tried his best to talk back! God love him.
By Metal Dave The photo above looks calm enough, but it’s surrounded by some crazy before/after stories. Thanks to my pal Jason McMaster and his longstanding friendship with mighty metal singer John Bush (above), I’ve had awesome access to Anthrax (and Armored Saint) over the years. Obviously, great access = great stories, but not everything…
By Metal Dave It’s no secret the Ramones are 2Fast2Die’s all-time favorite band so it’s always a thrill to rub black-leather elbows with New York’s pioneering punks. Three of the original members are no longer with us (RIP), but the Ramones’ legacy forever remains too tough to die (I told you it’s no secret). The…
By Metal Dave So my editor at the San Antonio Express-News noticed the recent 2Fast2Die post about Nashville Pussy and decided to forward my 1998 interview with frontman Blaine Cartwright and his guitar-player wife, Ruyter Suys (pictured above, courtesy of the band’s website). Hard to believe it’s been 13 years. You’ll notice the story is preceded…
By Metal Dave I like to call this picture “My Bodyguard,” because the girl towering over me is clearly tough enough to take care of business. Her name? Corey Parks, who at the time of this photo was the fire-breathing, cleavage-heaving, girl-on-girl makeout bass player in a dainty little feel-good, white trash-n-whiskey combo called, ahem, Nashville Pussy (one…
Sunglasses hold a lofty perch atop the list of rock-star accessories, but for Judas Priest guitarist Kenneth “KK” Downing, they also helped hide a nasty secret.