PUNK ROCK PIRATES: Gamblers Ian MacDougall (aka Capt. Photogenic), Fadi El-Assad and soon-to-be-overboard singer Mike Wiebe with a hatless Metal Dave. Arrghh!! By Metal Dave Glessner What happens when the Riverboat Gamblers hijack a double-decker party barge and throw a punk-rock barbecue bash on Lake Travis? According to an early announcement from the ship’s crew,…
CHERRY ON TOP: The Last Vegas singer Chad Cherry digs chicks, monsters, rock-n-roll fashion, partying and opening for the likes of Motley Crue and AC/DC. Who doesn’t? By Metal Dave Glessner When it comes to shooting-star rock singers, they don’t burn hotter than Chad Cherry. A leather-legged version of vintage Rod Stewart spiked with the sex-bomb…
By Metal Dave Glessner My pal Stevie Rachelle is on the road and ready to rock. Go say hello and feed him some Sludge. TUFF formed in the desert of Phoenix Arizona in 1985, but it took relocating to California and a half dozen years to reach that elusive record deal. After taking over the…
Loaded Gun: Duff McKagan, center, and his Loaded band mates (photos by Lance Mercer). By Metal Dave Glessner As the resident punk rocker of Guns N’ Roses, Duff McKagan holds a lot of promise for a 1-2-3-4 rant of a record. He is, after all, the same misfit who played drums for The Fartz and introduced…
By Metal Dave Glessner SAN ANTONIO – Motley Crue, Poison and the New York Dolls never claimed to be Rush or the Clash. Jaw-dropping guitar solos? Hah! Political agendas? Huh? Pyro and gyrating stripper chicks? Hell yeah and woo-hoo! Such was the scene Thursday night at the money-grubbing AT&T Center where a parking fee of…
LATE NIGHTS AND VOODOO: On the Buckcherry tour bus with singer Josh Todd in Houston, 2008. We met in 1999 after I was hired to write the band's debut bio for DreamWorks Records. We've had a blast ever since! To mark the milestone of 2Fast2Die’s 100th post today (cue deafening applause), I decided to fulfill a…
Tommy Lee is calling long-distance, but I feel like I’m partying next to him. He sounds groggy, raspy and non-stop as ever while spewing nicotine into my ear. Hell, I can practically see his bloodshot eyes on the other end of the phone. By the time I hang up the phone, I feel drunk by association. I also feel a nagging need to shower away the toxins.
Having just read Vince Neil’s autobiography, “Tattoos & Tequila,” I will now see Motley Crue through different eyes. To be perfectly blunt, and perhaps not surprisingly, Vince hates his band mates and views the Crue as a marriage that continues for the sake of the kids.