Friday, October 21, 2016


This will be the last year of the D-LOW Memorial Show. Max and I made each other a personal pact, a vow, an agreement, and this year it is a reality. There is a dark side to this pact, and for this reason, this conversation we had years ago, will always remain private.

Because of this show, our Tribe has raised thousands of dollars for the Phoenix Children's Hospital's Iggy Diabetes Fund. Believe it or not, many families have benefited from our moshpit!. It has been remarkable, to run into a young adult on the street, in a store, at a show, and get surprised when he says he was part of the program. We took 2 events, Dana's sudden, untimely, death and Igor's onset of juvenile diabetes, and we turned them into something positive. Try can breathe again after crumbling.

Countless local bands and touring bands have graced the stages with Soulfly. Twice, lightening hit and shut the show down and it had to be rescheduled. One of these times, it was just as Dave Vincent was leading his Morbid Angel to kick our asses! I have seen Chino sing to the Heavens and Benji from Dubwar made us cry with his passionate vocals, singing from his soul. The fabulous Sharon Osbourne even let us have a Dana Show at Ozzfest!!

As the years passed and Dana flew higher and farther, his brothers and sisters all grew up....time passed. We learned how to live again. But there is always someone missing. His sisters have children; his brothers have bands. Time passes. I have added them on the last shows, as these concerts aren't just shows, they are personal Phoenix events now. Some people have been to all 20 shows. Fans have become friends. Time passes.

Thank you to all the family and friends who have supported us emotionally, since that fateful day in August, 1996. Thank you to all the fans who gave us their love in the moshpit. Thank you to Fran, April and Kelly of the Iggy Diabetes Fund for putting up with us Metalheads! And thank all of you for the love you show Max, our family and our crew. God bless our Tribe!

Class dismissed...

Friday, October 14, 2016


Recording The Prophecy was a rare experience! Max's creative thinking passed all boundaries, as we flew to Belgrade, Serbia, to add the fingerprints of the past, on his new baby.

Our friends from the Serbian band, Eyesburn, had introduced us to a new producer, Bare, and his home recording sanctuary. A cosy, intimate studio, right across the street from the best chevappe barbecue cafe, ever, was our ground zero. A Serbian Orthodox icon was on the wall, overlooking us all. I knew we were right where we were supposed to be!

Max had an idea to record with gypsies...real gypsies from the streets, not people with gypsy blood, living normal lives. He wanted the real thing! Bare granted Max's wish and asked a troupe from the street to come to the studio. The drummer got caught in some mishap and couldn't make it, but the others did. The song they chose was a song from the World War, The March on the River Drina. The young men spoke in their obscure language and smiled and laughed throughout! The energy coming off them was so positive and strong! When I asked them to sign an agreement for the record label, one of them signed it with an "X!"

Max also wanted some ancient instruments on the record. Coyote, the vocalist and trombone player from Eyesburn, told us his uncle was a professor of instruments from the Middle Ages and Dark Ages, at the university in Belgrade. His name is Ljubomir Dimitrijevic. He brought a wide assortment of instruments. They were made from animal skins, bones, and ancient woods. He played the Kaval (flute), a zurlaj (woodwind), and a gajdej (sheepskin bagpipe). It was amazing these organic items were in such pristine shape!

The final encore was the mystical track, Moses. My daughter, Christina, was awaiting the birth of her son, Moses. We were all family, and waiting for the birth of our second grandson, was an event! Christina had introduced us to the magical Eyesburn, and Coyote, with his extraterrestrial trombone. I cannot find the words to describe this haunting trombone's sound!! Coyote is a master musician and his vocals are addicting! This brilliant track was the ring around our Saturn!!

Students, don't be afraid to take risks. Don't listen to the haters and critics. Art has no boundaries, no expiration date, no code. Max's diverse thinking gave us the uniqueness of Sepultura; the combining of world music with Metal! He added a tribe to his ROOTS!! He gave us the berimbau, never before used in Metal. He combines words whimsically such as Downstroy, Straighthate, Soulfliction and Karmaggedon. He started the world craze of wearing camouflage. He is the only person to play guitar on the bridge of his guitar (You never knew it did you? We call it "crickets."). Max also was the first artist to incorporate the soccer chant in his set! He is the first person to put a Brazilian flag on a guitar. I can go on and on..... Tear down the fences! Don't be afraid to follow your dream!

Class dismissed......

Friday, October 7, 2016


In the early 1990's, I was making pretty heavy tour schedules, and it was nice to be able to move Sepultura into a bus and not do a van tour ever again. I could only get the less expensive buses, but the luxury of having a private bunk, bathroom, tvs and kitchenette, exceeded everything!

Touring on the heels of the Beneath the Remains' Tour, we had a smaller bus with a mural of an Indian Chieftain and horses on the side and rear. The model of the bus was called a Model 10. Our driver was a rousty, hairy biker type man with a no nonsense personality. His name was Bubaloo.

Bubaloo didn't take any shizzle or drunken games on his bus, and we stayed in line when he was around us. When he was gone, it was another story. One day, he went up to Iggor..."I know it was you who drew that dick on the horse!" It was of the crew had ratted Iggor out to Bubaloo. Right before our eyes, we had to painfully watch Iggor scrub away the permanent black marker dick!

The early tours were full of hell raising and boozy nights! We were wild, I admit! In these early years, I would make a tour that lasted at least 3 months. It was always nice to have a day off every now and then, to break up the days. For the last 31 years, every day of my life seems like a Friday!

At the end of this run. our horse drawn chariot parked in Disneyland's lot and we all ran rampant, through the park. The band had never been there before, and the crowds weren't as extensive as they are now. No hour and half lines back then! It was fun letting ourselves go, and forgetting our rough schedules! A stress reliever for sure!!

And, if that doesn't work...You can always hop on a camel!!!

Class dismissed........

Friday, September 30, 2016


Some years ago, you normally wouldn't find Sepultura with Kip Winger, in America, but in Europe, they mix all types of bands together. I have had my acts on shows with Slayer, Aerosmith and Rage Against the Machine, but also with bands like Sting, David Bowie and yes, Winger! Metalheads love their Metal and will travel to great lengths to see it!

This particular festival, Giants of Rock, was located up in the northern woods of Finland. The day was exceedingly hot and seemed a bit unusual to us. We were expecting a nice cool day in the wilds! Many bands were on the bill, and UDO was one of them. He may have been in Accept at that time, but either way, he was super cool and gave the fans a kickass show!

We spend the day doing press and sweating, mostly. Yes. Winger was friendly too and I admit he did draw a big crowd. Maybe it was mostly screaming girls, but like I say...the more girls, the more guys!

Sepultura played with the sun blasting in their eyes and bullets of sweat pouring onto the stage. Max's eternal water spout did nothing to break the heat. Udo also played in the day and I would imagine so did Winger. The sun never goes completely down!!

While Winger may have disappeared into the pages of music history, UDO is still cranking, as we are too!!! If you ever get a chance to hit up a European festival or two, I highly advise you take a tent. They all have campgrounds at the festival site and some of the sickest merch booths EVER!! You only live once!!!

Class dismissed.....

Friday, September 23, 2016


Day after day, we rocked a new city. Day after day we laughed and conquered. The shows were virtual explosions and the off time was exciting! The package of Sepultura and Sacred Reich was a hot commodity, and the world wanted more!! And we wanted to sample it all!!

In the future, I would hire a catering company to travel with us....Cat and Mouse Catering, but it was on this tour that we met the girls in the UK. They were fun and fit in with our personalities and our diets. Besides, they were damn good cooks and that isn't easy to always find when you are on the road!!

We water gunned our way around the world! Yes, we fell victim to pranks and UNO and other assorted tour trends. We visited castles, abandoned cathedrals, concentration camps and historical landmarks. There was so much to soak up! During these early years, the world was large to me. Now that I have travelled it for 28 years, it's not so big any more. Many of the mysteries, I have seen. The wonders of the world were around us.

It was all about the fans...taking the music to them. I encountered much opposition. The label was wanting new releases and I was wanting to tour and sell the Arise and Beneath the Remains records. I was told to get them off the road; stop going to eastern Europe; stay in the major territories. But that just wasn't my plan. How are you international if you can't play EVERYWHERE? The fan base was my priority. You know what I said to the label? Open some more labels in the countries we are heading to. It was simple. The fans were getting the shows.

You may ask how I knew there were fans tucked in corners of countries newly freed. I did the fan mail!! Yes, fan mail by the bag full came to my house daily. I responded to every single letter and began to build a community that continues to this day. I sat Dana and Christina and any friends they had, down at my table and we blazed through the mail. It was interesting to see where all the letters came from! And now, they come through Facebook, in the way of private messages. I answer every single person and even a few trolls! It's all about the Tribe!

Class dismissed......