Friday, June 02, 2006

Pantera


There was a pretty good documentary on Pantera on VH1 that I finally got around to watching. Most of it focused on Darrell. He was a huge KISS fan, which I knew because they got into a "KISS" mode one Thursday night at MetalWorks (little club in Arlington). He took it so far as to join the KISS Army. A few days after he got his first guitart (age 7) he had the whole Ace Freeley makeup on and was jamming. Anyway, they buried him in a KISS casket. The funeral was a who's-who of the hard-rock world. EVH put his guitar in the casket with him. It wasn't just a random axe he had either, it was the one he toured with. Prolly worth well into 6 figures, although it's not like Eddie can play anymore... A bunch of his buds put bottles of Crown in the casket for "the trip". Hopefully he's jamming now with Hendrix and Randi.



The other main focus was on Phil. I never was that crazy about him, although his voice and style fit Pantera like a glove. The massive substance abuse kicked his ass like it always does. He blamed the heroine use on his back problems. HorseShit! There are effective prescription pain-killers for that, although it's still possible to get addicted to them too (ala Rush). He's just another fkn doper and, like all others, will always be a liability to those around him. In the end he tried to paint himself as Dime's brother but everyone else pretty well called him on that lie.

Vinnie started his own recording company, I give him a good chance at making it profitable. He's got decient business sense and knows the music biz too.

Download's are done, gotta go. Nite.