By Metal Dave Anyone with a radio knows Jon Bon Jovi is one of the most phenomenally successful rock stars of all time. Not so widely known are the inside stories behind the early ambition and rise to rock-n-roll riches that could only be told by those who were there. In his soon-to-be released “Bon…
Scorpions guitarist Rudolf Schenker was a rock star before he knew it.
By Metal Dave Perhaps the hottest ticket in Austin during SXSW 2007 was the rare chance to see a revamped, revved-up Stooges playing in the iconic confines of Waterloo Records. Thankfully, I had a connection who got me to the front of a line that stretched down the block on its way to Waco. I…
In a house filled with a lifetime of rock-n-roll memorabilia, few things are cooler than Robert’s one-of-a-kind gift, which today hangs smack in the middle of my living room for all my guests to admire.
When the Misfits called it quits following a Halloween gig in 1983, they left behind a legacy of ghoulish makeup, guitars that looked like weapons and ultra-fast punk-rock songs that celebrated alien invasions, demonic possession, dismemberment and cannibalism.
By Metal Dave Like all good fathers, my Daddy taught me well. From throwing a spiral and standing my ground to opening doors and respecting our soldiers, Dad handed down the skills and wisdom that got me from boy to man. He also influenced me in subtler ways like playing the greats of country western…
I didn’t pay an arm and a leg to get Ace Frehley’s autograph, but I still nearly lost a limb.
By Metal Dave Knowingly or NOT!, Anthrax throws down the gauntlet with new album, “For All Kings.” Adventurous in its vast melodic scope and high harmonies, “For All Kings” – the follow-up to 2011’s widely (and rightly) praised “Worship Music” – finds Anthrax reining in its thrash-metal tendencies rather than fueling them as a driving…
By Metal Dave Like a lot of great rock bands, Dr. Boogie owes a nod and a wink to the sozzled swagger of Rod Stewart’s Faces and the slinky sting of Rolling Stones guitars. Born in Los Angeles (but apparently ready to escape to New York), Dr. Boogie’s debut album, “Gotta Get Back to New York City,”…
In 2004, I took my wife to her first KISS concert. By then, of course, she had been subjected to the KISS albums, my off-limits collection of memorabilia and the ceaseless, to-the-grave blathering about the band’s indelible influence on my life.