The Metal Files

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The highs and lows of being a metalhead.

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So the doors opened at the venue at 4:30 and I rolled up to it around 3:30. People were parking along the ditchline off the travelway so I followed suit as the gates weren’t open.

A cop rolls by after we had been waiting for about 30 minutes and was broadcasting the message that if we didn’t move we were going to be ticketed blah blah blah. So some people were moving out of line to go ride around and I just moved up a little closer as it was only one cop. As soon as about half of the cars had turned around and got out of line, they opened the gate and I got a spot right next to the venue.

So I’m in line and security comes by and says all cameras must be left in the car, so about 50% of us went back to our cars and put them away. Sorry, no pics or videos. Some people still got some in but oh well. It wasn’t worth the potential hassle.

My seat was on the outer edge of the first elevated seats and it was starting to rain a little. It wasn’t windy so I never really got any water on me. Jason McMaster bought my spare ticket and sat with me for the first 2 bands. The girl that was on the other side of me was drunk and wouldn’t stop talking to me during Testament or Motorhead so I finally just said, “I’ll be glad to talk to you AFTER their sets are over…Right now I want to hear them, not you.”

So, Testament comes on and sounded great. Chuck Billy’s voice was powerful and clean, much better than when I saw him in 2000 which wasn’t bad either. Their set was cut short as Disciples of the Watch wasn’t in there. They only did 6 songs and their set was about 25 minutes. They sounded great though.

Motorhead hits the stage and I swear I have no idea what the first song was, it didn’t sound like Dr. Rock which is what they’ve been opening with lately. This is what I can remember, there may have been one more. Their set seemed short as well.

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Stay Clean
Be My Baby
Killers
Metropolis
In The Name Of Tragedy
Going To Brazil
Killed By Death
Ace Of Spades
Overkill

They sounded great and Lemmy’s voice surprised me quite a bit. He sounded much better than the last 3 shows I had seen. Campbell looks terrible lately, like a cancer patient. Mikkey’s drumming was great as usual but the drum solo bored me senseless.

So, between Motorhead and Sabbath, McMaster gets a call from a buddy and tells me he’ll be right back. He comes back with an unused backstage pass and a ticket for the orchestra seating area. He said, “Go meet Lemmy, I’m going to the 5th row to see Dio.” Sweet! I go over to the backstage gate and the guy looks at my pass and says that it’s a no go. Apparently the pass was for an earlier meet and greet and I never got backstage. Sabbath had just finished their second song as I was just about to walk back to my original seat. My friend Amber comes from backstage with a Priest VIP pass. She handed it to me and said “Go met Priest.” Sweet! No go…again. Their session was over.

So I went back to my seat, enjoyed Sabbath, called Ouro and wished him Merry Christmas. Dio’s voice was also in tip top shape. He sounded better than he did in NYC last year. No cheating of any higher notes that I noticed. He just wailed like only he can do. Iommi and Geezer were their same stoic badassed selves. Appice sucks. ZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Their set was simliar to this:

01. E5150
02. The Mob Rules
03. Children of the Sea
04. I
05. Sign of the Southern Cross
06. Ear in the Wall
07. Vinny Appice Solo
08. Time Machine
09. Falling off the Edge of the World
10. Die Young
11. Heaven and Hell (extended)
12. Neon Knights

They seemed shortened too, though. It went by so quickly.

So after Sabbath finished their set, I left. Never heard one note of Priest being played.

Next week I may be seeing Alice Cooper, Dangerous Toys and Yngwie in Houston.

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August 25, 2008 at 3:46 am

Disciples of the watch…Obey!

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Or I’ll burn you to that cross!

Such a weird day. Sunday morning coming down (how cliche, I know). It’s really a Sunday morning coming up. This weekend was whacked out. I think. I honestly don’t remember much of it and that’s terrible. I rarely ever get that way so I’m taking a break from life this week.

I have some reorganizing to do. Home, life, myself.

This afternoon will be special. Some of the greatest metal bands ever are playing in San Antonio and I’ll be there in the 14th row with some of my best friends here in North Mexico…I mean Texas. It’s going to be great. I’ll hopefully have some vids and pics to share tonight.

So here’s something to brighten everyone’s metal day:

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August 24, 2008 at 3:02 pm

I am alive inside your wife…

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I’m a little tired this morning. Met up with Amelia and Tracey at the Mean Eyed Cat yesterday evening after making some ghetto tacos at home. They weren’t that good. I was let down. My tacos are usually good…you know, for gheto tacos. Not quite sure what happened. Anyway, after 2 free beers from Amelia (she rules) I was over it. The music was driving me nuts and I really never heard a damned thing either of them said to me. I think my hearing is getting worse. I went to my favorite watering hole and had a margarita and a few shots with the fine staff there. Always a good time.

So in 1987, I bought a copy of Aardschok America magazine that had King Diamond on the cover. I didn’t really know much about him except that he was in Mercyful Fate and that the album cover for Don’t Break The Oath creeped me out. It still does actually. So I’m reading this interview with King and he’s talking about the concept of his latest album entitled Abigail. It seemed pretty nifty so I decided to buy it. I think I got it at either The Music Man or Tracks. Not sure.

For whatever reason I didn’t get around to listening to it for a few days. So that same week, I heard on the radio that tickets for Anthrax/Testament were on sale so I decided to head out to Tracks @ Ward’s Corner (RIP) to get my ticket. On the way there which was about a 25 mile trek or more, I put Abigail in. At the same time, the skies grew dark and a really bad thunderstorm came up. If you’ve heard the intro to Abigail, you’ll recall the speaking part at the beginning. Crazy stuff. With the heavy rain, thunder and lightning, I got a little wigged out and had to stop the tape and put something else in (TT Quick’s Metal of Honor I think).

The next day I put the tape in and listened intently. I was completely blown away by the guitar work and Mikkey Dee’s drumming but King’s vocals took several listen to get in to. Now I simply love what he did with Fate and the early King Diamond stuff. Very unique and borderline brilliant all around.

The last 30 seconds of the album are so absolutely phenomenal that even writing this I get goosebumps. Sheer perfection for an ending.

I understand a lot of people not liking King’s vocal style, but the music on this album far outweighs the singing and should be taken on its own merits.

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August 22, 2008 at 5:34 pm

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Life can be so complicated…

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It really can. Usually the complications come by our own actions and choices. Over the years, I’ve taken some bad decisions, but who hasn’t? In all reality, 99% of my troubles have been self-imposed. So I’m not gonna bitch.

Let’s get to the real deal. Music. Metal. I live for it. Let’s pick an album to talk about. So, you own Spreading the Disease right? Seriously. You do. Yes? What?

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So, it was 1986 and I had bad poofy Marc Storace blonde hair and acne. It was what it was, ya know? I also had my ’66 Nova that everyone ragged on until they needed a ride somewhere. Yeah, that’s right, bitches. Military Circle Mall here we come! In 16 minutes! No shit.

OK, back to my poofy hair…I mean 1986. I was out and about on a Saturday and popped in to see Drew at Unicorn Records. I was browsing his used $3.99 tapes and saw Spreading the Disease in there. I had read good stuff about ‘Thrax and decided to give it a shot.

HOLY FUCK.

Yeah, that’s right. That tape stayed in my car for a few years. It was my “on the way to school” driving tape. It was simply perfect except for Gung Ho, which I never really liked. Sure, Charlie’s feet are amazing on this one, but the song was just goofy. ‘Thrax always had a goofy side.

This album is just so awesome. I don’t know how to go into it any better. The riffs, the drums and Belladonna’s vocals are just stellar.

I am going to bed. If I actually put this on before bed, I’d never get to sleep. My adrenaline would be pumping.

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August 22, 2008 at 2:43 am

"There’s no message here; you’re gonna screw up your needle, asshole."

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“I have got a secret hidden behind my eyes
A violation tragedy of violence hate and lies.
Locked deep within a chamber, dark recesses of my mind
A tribute to insanity, through hours days and time.”
Overkill’s Feel The Fire came out in 1985 and I first put ears to it in 86 via a schoolmate of mine. My junior and senior years at a Catholic high school were tolerable because I finally had another metalhead to commiserate with. He turned me on to a lot of metal that I hadn’t had a chance to hear yet. Thanks Bill, forever grateful.
Anyway, back to this album. He loaned this and Savatage’s Dungeons Are Calling to me for a weekend and took them over to Kelz’ house to check them out. Now if you have been paying attention, Kelz’ mom and my mom thought that heavy metal was evil. OK, they were on to something in a way but evil music didn’t make us bad kids. We were just kids who liked to rock out with our big white hi-top sneakers with the pant leg of our acid washed jeans tucked in behind the tongue. We weren’t out to harm anyone or ourselves, but I guess parents have a different perspective. Our dads were pretty cool about the whole thing but generally went along with what our moms said just so they wouldn’t have to hear any excessive bitching. I remember my dad once saying, “Son, listen to what your mom says then go do what you want. Just don’t do anything stupid and you’ll be fine.” Sonofabitch, pops was right again. He was awesome. RIP, man. You were the coolest.
OK, so, back to this album. Kelz’ record player was in his attic so we went up and put the Overkill on first. Remember, we were zit faced 16 year olds. I snuck the 2 records in under my arm wrapped in a flannel shirt. I’m sure his mom knew I had records but she wasn’t overly nosey that day.
We put the needle on and heard the creepy intro. It was pretty wild. We had never heard Overkill and the opening track kicks in with a wicked evil laugh from Bobby “Blitz” Ellsworth. Were a little freaked out but the whole thing just crushed. We were also tripping out on the backwards masking at the end of the album. A year or 2 later we figured out that it said, “There’s no message here; you’re gonna screw up your needle, asshole.”
We spun the record once again. Completely badass…and evil. Perfection. Gustafson’s riffs, rat Skates’ frantic drumming and DD’s clanky Rickenbacker bass tone made for a perfect background for Blitz’ vocals.
There’s not a stinker on here and I will forever recommend it to any metalhead…although if you were a true metalhead, you’d already own it. Right? Right!
By the way, I don’t think we ever spun the Savatage, which is a good record in its own right, but it’s no Feel The Fire.

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August 20, 2008 at 5:03 pm

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