At the risk of being killed in my sleep by Sharon Osbourne’s henchmen, I’m re-posting my Black Sabbath concert review from the Aug. 2013 issue of Classic Rock magazine.
Electric as a lightning bolt and flashier than a Christmas tree, Michael Monroe is the personification of sensory overdrive. So, who influenced the man who had his identity stolen by Guns N’ Roses, Poison and infinite other gypsy rogues? I recently punted that question all the way to Finland and was more than a little giddy when Michael kindly replied.
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…
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.