Another dd
Posted: December 10th, 2004, 9:19 am
doe doe, there was another dd down here - Dimebag Darrell. He was a Metal Man, tatted and hirsute, just slightly better looking than some of the neighborhood dogs. He was 20 years my junior but along with his brother Vinnie Paul, launched a much loved group called Pantera. Hell, they even made it to Australia. They were the RUKIDDIN'ME? product of a country western legend - Jerry Abbott.
Several times in the early 90's Dimebag would show up at the rehearsal hall to slice into some of my students for the hell of it. He poked his head in one day and asked, "Who the fuck is playin' at playin' me?" The guy he was kidding was Robert Shelton, one of my students and lead player at the time. I don't think Robert had a clue who had just knocked him off his perch. My bass player, Mike Stevens did, and he nearly fell on the floor laughing over the episode.
DD was a really nice cat. He kept his nose to his axe. He was driven to protect his group and was friendly to the people he met anywhere. Most of his neighbors in Arlington didn't consider him a rock star, just the neighbor down the block. He was a perfect example of the Great Book Cover Lie.
He went out in a special kind of glory - shot dead onstage. Wow. What a way for a Metal Man to go. Too Perfect.
Several times in the early 90's Dimebag would show up at the rehearsal hall to slice into some of my students for the hell of it. He poked his head in one day and asked, "Who the fuck is playin' at playin' me?" The guy he was kidding was Robert Shelton, one of my students and lead player at the time. I don't think Robert had a clue who had just knocked him off his perch. My bass player, Mike Stevens did, and he nearly fell on the floor laughing over the episode.
DD was a really nice cat. He kept his nose to his axe. He was driven to protect his group and was friendly to the people he met anywhere. Most of his neighbors in Arlington didn't consider him a rock star, just the neighbor down the block. He was a perfect example of the Great Book Cover Lie.
He went out in a special kind of glory - shot dead onstage. Wow. What a way for a Metal Man to go. Too Perfect.