A few weeks ago I was lucky enough to see my favorite band play live at Music Midtown in Piedmont Park in Atlanta. The Foo Fighters headlined the first day of the festival, Friday, September 21, 2012.
I remember my first experience with Ronnie James Dio. I was sitting on the couch in my living room watching South Park with my dad and who else is playing at the kids’ school dance but Dio. “Most excellent!” said Dad as we watched on in amazement.
Last Sunday, May 16, 2010 Ronnie James Dio died at age 67 after a seven month battle with stomach cancer. Dio left behind his wife Wendy and his adopted son Dan from a previous marriage.
The owner of one of the most powerful voices in rock ‘n’ roll history, Dio was offered a scholarship to the Julliard School of Music, but turned it down in pursuit of his career in all things metal.
Elf was the opening act for Deep Purple, a band popularly known for its song “Smoke on the Water.” After leaving Deep Purple, guitarist Ritchie Blackmore recruited Dio and several others to form the band Rainbow with which Dio recorded three albums. Then, in 1979, Dio left Rainbow and joined Black Sabbath replacing Ozzy Osbourne.
After leaving Black Sabbath, Ronnie James Dio formed the band Dio in October 1982. Their debut album “Holy Diver” featured two hit singles “Holy Diver” and “Rainbow in the Dark.”
Deemed “satanic” by many Christians, Ronnie James Dio popularized the legendary symbol of rock, the devil horns.
In October 2006, Ronnie James Dio and several members of Black Sabbath formed the band Heaven & Hell, which released the album “The Devil You Know.”
Although the song “Holy Diver” has been covered by many bands including Sum 41 and Tenacious D, Killswitch Engage’s version is by far the most metal.
Although he is no longer here to melt faces with his powerful vocals and electrifying stage presence, he will rock on in our hearts forever. You will be missed, Ronnie James Dio.
It’s a great read filled with–you guessed it–sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. However, there are a few things that irk me that I have to get off my chest.
First, the book is written by Anthony Kiedis with Larry Sloman. I’m not really sure how the world of book-writing works, but it’s very confusing because I’m never quite sure who’s voice I’m reading. For example, at one point in the first chapter, Kiedis describes his mother as being “cuter than the dickens.” Really? Cuter than the dickens? What is this, 1820? I can’t tell if this is Kiedis speaking, or Sloman’s adaptation of Kiedis’ description.
Second, Kiedis has a great vocabulary. This isn’t a problem, but it’s definitely weird to read about some girl getting on her knees for a blow job and then reading the words “reconnoitering”, “clime” or “ilk” in the next paragraph.
Next, Kiedis tends to use the same words and phrases to describe things. For example, whenever he needs money for something, he always has to “scrape together” the money. That phrase is used on about every other page. Also, whenever Kiedis is describing the 1980s L.A. architecture, he always calls the buildings “classic.” It gets old after a while.
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I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer. I really do enjoy reading this book. I was just disappointed in a few things and wanted to call attention to them.
At the same time, the passages about drug use are brutally honest and sometimes hard to read. Here is one example:
“I had been fastidious about using sterile rigs and sterile cotton when I first started shooting up, but by now I didn’t care much. If I had to, I’d use a syringe that I found in the street. Instead of sterilized cotton, I’d use a section of my sock or, more commonly, the filter of a cigarette. At first I’d use only sterilized spring water to dissolve the stuff in, but now I’d just pull the back off a toilet or look for a lawn sprinkler or even a puddle.” – Scar Tissue, p. 141-142
After reading this passage, I wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, and crawl up under the covers and hide.