By Metal Dave Glessner We’ve launched a new semi-whenever feature at 2Fast2Die called, “Ask.” Why? Because we needed a reason to pester your favorite rock stars and scenesters without wrestling them to the ground (or bribing them) for a full-blown interview. After all, they’re too busy tackling groupies and brushing their teeth with Jack Daniels … and 2Fast2Die…
FLEXX MANIAC: Phil Bronco kicks out the early Buckcherry when he wants to get lit up. (Photo by Dajah Renee) By Metal Dave Glessner 2Fast2Die recently launched a new semi-whenever feature called, “Ask.” Why? Because we needed an excuse to pester your favorite rocks stars and scenesters without wrestling them to the ground (or bribing them) for a full-blown interview. After all,…
By Metal Dave Glessner According to a source more reliable than my memory, I first met Mykel Foster onboard a Buckcherry tour bus outside a Houston club in December 2008. When a mutual friend later called to tell me he was putting together a new band with “that guy you met on the Buckcherry bus,” I drew…
By Metal Dave Glessner We’re launching a new semi-regular feature here at 2Fast2Die called, “Ask.” The purpose? It’s our way of pestering your favorite rocks stars and scenesters without wrestling them to the ground (or bribing them) for a full-blown interview. After all, they’re too busy bagging groupies and bathing in blood … and 2Fast2Die…
By Metal Dave Glessner In 2005, the Towers of London were all too willing to rekindle the sneering anarchy and excessive self-abuse that turned the Sex Pistols and Guns N’ Roses into rock-n-roll anti-heroes. Young, loud and snotty? You bet! A terrific band? Absolutely! Doomed to fizzle? Sadly, yes. After meeting the Towers at SXSW…
By Metal Dave Glessner I first got kicked in the teeth by Supagroup during the late 1990s when a business trip took me to Atlanta. By day, I reported to an office. By night, I prowled the Little Five Points district where I happened upon Supagroup who, in those early days, used to encore with…
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…
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.
Fifteen years before Marilyn Manson was the “Antichrist Superstar,” Motley Crue was “Public Enemy No. 1.” Sporting thrift-store bondage gear and singing about quickie sex in elevators, the Crue went from Los Angeles alleys to worldwide stardom as poster boys for teen lust.
I AM NOT WORTHY!: Ronnie James Dio signs my albums backstage in San Antonio on the 2007 Heaven and Hell Tour. My look of disbelief pretty much says it all. As promised, this is Part 2 of my tribute series marking the one-year anniversary of Ronnie James Dio’s passing. I give you my 2007 interview with…