Rob Halford has been sober since 1986, but that won’t stop him from scoring a fix when he lands in Austin this week. Worry not, however, as he won’t be breaking the law.
On tour promoting her latest album, “Sinner,” Joan Jett is rushing through (what else?) an airport when she phones for a quick interview on the eve of her recent fortysomething birthday. “Sorry,” the Philadelphia native says after a brief interruption. “I’m checking my bags and I’m getting hassled.”
“I’ll tell anyone with ears that if it wasn’t for ‘The Exorcist’ or the ‘Living Dead’ movies, there wouldn’t be a genre of music called death metal,” Anselmo said
“Well, man, you just opened up this Pandora’s Box of jumping, insane monkeys. My brain is going bananas right now.”
Ripping into Austin, Texas last night, L.A. Guns was a whirlwind of jet-black hair, smudgy black eyes and high-voltage rock-n-roll.
Phil’s reason for not getting back to me is the mother of all rock-n-roll “excuses.” Was he in jail? Was he passed out in a Dumpster after a three-night bender of snot-slinging debauchery? Oh, hell no! It’s much more shocking than that.
The notorious hair-metal glam band swears this is the final bow.
Text originally published in the Austin American-Statesman July 10, 2014 By David Glessner Special to the American-Statesman When they started the band in 1981, all they needed was a laugh. Who knew aiming so low would get Mötley Crüe so high? World-famous for more than three decades, the notorious sleaze-metal glam rockers have sold more…
He’s known the world over as the “Motor City Madman,” “Terrible Ted” and even “Sweaty Teddy,” but to his publicist, the gonzo guitarist who penned “love” songs such as “Cat Scratch Fever” and “Wango Tango” is referred to as Mr. Nugent.
By Metal Dave It’s always cool when one of your own slugs his way into the rock-roll Big Leagues. It’s even cooler when the gig is awarded after years of proven loyalty and tested behind-the-scenes service. Ladies and gents, please give a hearty hoot-n-howdy to Down guitarist Bobby “Rock” Landgraf, a veteran of the Austin…
Dave Mustaine doesn’t do interviews so much as he takes them hostage. Calling from California to discuss his latest album, “Endgame,” one has to wonder if even a root canal could interrupt the Megadeth mouthpiece.
I first met “Stevie D” in an alley off the Sunset Strip (and no, it wasn’t for the purpose of some illicit exchange). The year was 2004 (or was it ’05?) and I’d flown to Los Angeles to meet the Crank County Daredevils as they pillaged their way to the West Coast following a “debaucherfest” at my home in Austin, TX.