Friday, September 15, 2017


In 1997, Max had written all year and put it all on a cd. I made a trip to W=Europe...more meetings and after, some leisure time. Princess Diana had been killed two weeks earlier and we were following it on the news. We decided to go to Paris and stay at the same Ritz Carlton she was at, that fateful night.

When we arrived, the hotel reception had a heart attack! Green hair and a dreaded man!!! WTF!! We apparently weren't the usual clientele, but our reservation was there and they honored. The hotel was crawling with investigators and press and us!
Damn, what a swank room they gave us!!! It was amazing to be honest. All golden and peachy and elaborate! We dabbed the high society!

Next, we went to London to see the memorial in Harrods and even got to sign the sympathy book. I must say, this Princess was a G!! Besides being a tremendously charitable and beautiful person, she went after arms' dealers of landmines!! For God's sake! What courage and insight to do this! Going after them had to be as dangerous as trying to avoid stepping on a landmine in a field! If you think about it, what douche invented such carnivorous devices?

I wanted to check out the flower memorial at Kensington Castle. Max always is interested in everything worldly. He humored me and accompanied me on my quest. I was absorbed by the emotion and tributes that were displayed everywhere! It was a fitting bouquet for The People's Princess! I actually rescued a few flowers from the demise of certain death by wilting, and brought them home to some girls I love!

Inspiration is all around us. Sometimes it takes bravery to help others and do the right thing. If people like Princess Di weren't on this Earth, it would turn into a shizzlehole overnight. Stand up! You only have one life and it goes quickly! Make it count.

Class dismissed.......

Friday, September 8, 2017


People flock to band members. They credit and judge them by many hats, not realizing it takes whole slew of dedicated people to make the clock tick. Just as every football team needs it's quarterback, we have Max. In the past, some people didn't realize this fact. They struggled and climbed over bodies to all be the quarterback. They should have been grateful for the completed plays. In the same way, musicians need positive surroundings. They need the stage on point!! These are the umbilical cords of the show!!! The bloodstream that flows to the heart!! The Road Crew...the people who bring life to the show. The people who toil like no others. The people who will take a bullet, or worse, for their team.

I admit, there have been times I put the crew before the band. These people are the first ones in the venue and the last ones out. They guard the treasures on stage, each in their own world. Without their efforts, there would be sound that is shizzle, no structure on stage, no backdrop hanging, in other words...TOTAL DEVASTATION!!

I have been known to have quite a colorful army! Yes, I have seen them perform miracles and collect girlfriends. I have seen them grab crazies and cart them off. I have smelled their sweat and smelled their alcohol breath. I have cleaned their barf! And I have seen them sing happy birthday and comfort children. Without them, we are nothing!

This blog is for all the hard workers, male and female, who I have had the blessing to call my crew. You will go the extra mile and I will be there to thank you and feed you and care for you, too. And sometimes..I will hide the Jack!!

Class dismissed.....

Friday, September 1, 2017


We have had some adventures in tiny, private planes. They sometimes don't leave from the giant airports' terminals, so it's much easier to board and clear customs. Checking in 9-18 people with bags and gear is often hours of work, but it's smooth sailing, in the little, welcoming, private airports. The planes don't fly high so you have much less turbulence, which everyone loves! You can bring food and drinks and you don't get arrested for saying the word "bomb."

The first time I was in a small plane, was when I was young child and Dad took me to some crazy backwoods' airshow and put me in a tiny plane with a kamikaze pilot. I survived somehow and went on to my next small plane adventure...heading to the Xavantes' Tribe in Brazil! It was loud in the aircraft and we had a bit of roughness in flight....just enough to make you borderline queasy! I will never forget when I looked out the window and saw the round, grassy roofs of the tribe's homes below us!! The forest seemed to go on forever, rounding over the horizon! It was magnificent!

The next trip was a somber one and happened when we were leaving Donnington in 1996. I won't elaborate, but I will send a loving shout-out to Sharon and Ozzy for this comfort.

KORN was next on the list. Soulfly toured Russian and Belorussian hockey arenas as support, and I admit, we had some deliciously nutty flights to share! Like the time the promoter drank Marc Rizzo's entire flask of moonshine! And let's not forget Marc Rizzo's famous rant! Oh, such tight quarters to laugh in!! This was one of the super nice planes and the two stewardesses were superb fun! We all bonded on this various ways...right, Kanky?

Recently we had 2 jaunts in the small as a Sharpie airplanes. We flew from Reykjavik, Iceland to Neskaupstaour, Iceland for a festival recently. It was a serene flight with the beauty of Iceland below us, like carpet. Mountains and pastures untouched, slit by icy creeks and slippery waterfalls. It was surreal!

As some of you know, one way or another, Return to Roots played 2 festivals in one day this August. It wasn't easy and the production of making it all happen perfectly took a couple weeks to design. The band was booked at Wacken in the afternoon and 30 miles outside Lyon, France, at midnight. The trouble was, there were no flights available! We eventually had to hire a private plane and flip on over to France. The flight was cool, however we didn't know that once we landed, it was 30 miles of driving through dirt roads on cornfields! The corn stalks were taller than the van we were in and it was quite dark outside. Kind of similar to a Children of theCorn episode! The crew had 17 minutes to set up, line check and start the intro, and they did it! I won't say there was no chaos, but heck, how boring would life be if every day was perfect?

Class dismissed.......

Friday, August 25, 2017


I first met Danny Trejo when I was at the video shoot for the song, Attitude.  He was a recent acquaintance of my son, Dana, and Max and I thought it would be cool to include him in a video for this song.  Max had worked on the lyrics with Dana, and when Dana came up with the idea to use the Gracies and the director...whose name I choose not to made sense to include Danny.

As soon as Danny arrived, he approached me and remarked on my green hair.  He was such a gentleman!  We chatted for a bit and then he went to his filming.  You can check out the video here, below, in the blog.

The next time I talked to Danny, my heart was broken.  My soul was wounded.  He called me after Dana died.  I admit, I was surprised that he took time out of his busy schedule to call me.  He said he really liked Dana a lot and expressed his sadness and shock.  Besides being an ultimate badass, he was a human.

When we were at the Archangel recording, Danny happened to be at the North Hollywood restaurant, Norm's, when we popped in to grab some grub.  He still had that fearless aura, still had the gentleman edge.  It's a nice mix...

Class dismissed....

Friday, August 18, 2017


This week marked a milestone for our family.  Dana has now been gone for as long as he was with us.  It's a tough realization for a mother, a brother, a sister, a friend...  But it's a fact, and we must accept it.  It may be a gut punch but it's a fact.

When I had to go to the car he was in, to retrieve evidence and personal items, I certainly had no courage.  My dearest friend, Debbie Abono, went with me.  She had the courage.  She was already a member of the club I had just joined.  Neither of us wanted to join, but there we were, smack dab in the middle.  She helped me control my shock and put the events in perspective.

When this photo came out in the Phoenix New Times, it changed my thinking.  Someone out there had the vision to see something no one else could see.  It made things easier.  It made me see that from every darkest moment, the light always returns.  Dana's death was a catalyst in many ways.  That occurrence picked Max, me and our family out of our past life and threw us into the future in one quick moment.  While we couldn't see through the whirlwind engulfing us at the time, we can see it clearly now.  Our souls are as free as his.  God bless.

Class dismissed.....

Friday, August 11, 2017


Wacken is always an adventure. It's so dialed in, so perfect! Why, even the shuttle vans have Wacken carpet!

After we parked the bus, and got our credentials, I wandered down to the dressing room area with Iggor, Jason, and Mike. We cruised through the horseshoe and looked for our dressing room. Shock and awe set in when we saw the sign on the door! Typical Wacken, always makes you say WHOA! Mike soon spotted Steve Harris nearby and he and Iggor took off to the sickest photo op of all time!! Jason and I went in the dressing room, admired the Marshall fridge and stole the poster!

Later in the day, after the press was done, the guys all scattered about. I love the giant Trojan deer! I got the set lists and day sheets ready and cruised around a bit. The set time was early and there wasn't much time to waste. We were beginning a marathon of 3 festival shows in 3 countries in 29 hours!

The show was a blazer!!! Many people came to me and remarked on the crowd that came outa nowhere. I smiled...our Tribe. We're big...the biggest in the world. And here was our German Tribe, along with brothers and sisters from many countries..they poured in! You could feel them, and it was the fuel for the band!!

Wacken has it so dialed in, they had a soup machine on stage! In 30 years on the road I have never, ever seen that! Wacken water, Wacken keeps growing!

A big shout out to all the Wacken peops who made our day perfect!! It is so organized and dialed in, and each year gets better!! They were gracious and offered to take us to the airport to hop a private plane to the next stop in Lyoin, France! We opened the Wacken shuttle sliding door, plopped our feet on the Wacken carpet and drank the Wacken water...all in a daze work.