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I’ve been asked a number of times for my memoirs writing in the music and film industries (three times in the past two weeks now), and I hesitate on it, and yeah, I had a life doing it. It was grueling on top of exhilarating. I met so many famous artists and film people, hung backstage and on tour buses all the time, met up with people you’d know in bars to do an interview (Testament will always be my quasi brothers for them telling me to say I was in the band and they backed it up when our server asked if I was, lol) but seriously, so many other writers had bigger and more noteworthy experiences than I did. I just happen to be goddamned proud of what I accomplished in 16 years serving the industry.

I’ve sat in the presence of artists who used to adorn my bedroom walls as a teenager, such as Geoff Tate, former vocalist of Queensryche, as you can see above. I had dinner with the man, and he bestowed me so many lessons about the music industry I’ll always be grateful for. I’ve made many friends in the music industry from the bands to the record labels to publicity firms. I’ve had a lot of joy traveling on the road covering music and enjoying philosophical conversations with artists and their fans in secretive parking lots.

I’ve been given more than a beer or two from my interview guests who’ve generously turned the tables and welcomed me into their circles. I’ve been invited to showcases and all the amenities that come within. I’ve even been treated like royalty at a few venues, smiling at whispers of “Holy shit, it’s Ray from Blabbermouth in the house!” floating behind my ears. I was invited to go on tour with bands a few times, including Germany, but I couldn’t come up with my flight money, because, ironic plot twist, my life was such a struggle then.

Iron Maiden will always be my favorite heavy metal band of all-time. The time I got to interview Nicko McBrain was a dream come true for me. As I mentioned, my room as a teen was filled with heavy metal bands, Iron Maiden being the biggest go-getter on the walls. Nicko was a freaking scream to interview and when we were finished, he apparently enjoyed my company enough to tell me to get on the band’s guest list for their tour in support of A Matter of Life and Death. Sure enough, I was on the list for a photo shoot, dead freakin’ center, arena-ville, baby. I’ve done plenty of arena gigs, but this was the most meaningful to me for obvious reasons.

The un-fun sidebar to that adventure came with having to leave the arena early and getting stalked by a local gang looking to jack me in Camden, NJ on my way back to the parking garage. I had to get crafty ducking behind cars, shifting up and down levels through the stairwell until I navigated back to my truck and slipped out of there. Scary stuff.

To the good, that Maiden interview footage and photos I got from the show were for Caustic Truths magazine but now appear in Martin Popoff’s Maiden tome released this year, Hallowed by Their Name: The Unofficial Iron Maiden Bible. I’m over the moon with this.

I once battled Metallica’s Master of Puppets against Megadeth’s Peace Sells…But Who’s Buying and had the stones to argue my way for Megadeth as the winner. Some people thought I was insane, others congratulated me. It was a spontaneous post I wrote in a fever pitch one night and it ended up being read by the editors of the illustrious Metal Maniacs magazine, who promptly offered me a freelancing position. Some of the finest times I enjoyed in the industry and I love you to death, Dave and Liz Brenner. What an incredible time we had closing down that Irish pub in Times Square with Tim “Ripper” Owens’ side band and the Irish national soccer team!

Winning “Best Personal Blog” from industry-renowned Metal Hammer magazine in 2009 for my former blogsite, The Metal Minute was the most flattering form of validation I’ve ever experienced in my career. My traffic there spiked triple. Thank you always, Metal Hammer, mad love.

I had an interview with the late Dave Brockie, aka Oderus Urungus of Gwar, on the band’s bus at the Sounds of the Underground festival in 2006. Dave was out of his costume but still in character as he gave me the most ridiculous interview of all-time, where he offered to sodomize me and laced out every profane word in the dictionary. He wound his hand at me to keep going after I was busy cracking up, knowing he was going to veer off-course from my questions. I shot from the hip and it was the funniest interview I’ve ever conducted. After I shut my tape off, Dave invited me to stay for barbecue. I hung out with Gwar’s stage minions (who happened to be area guitarists on the side) and chowed down! Sidebar: thanks to In Flames for giving me water earlier in the day when I was on their bus interviewing. On a summer festival tour at four bucks a pop for water, that meant everything!

I’ve interviewed half of System of a Down and it was the ultra-intelligent Serj Tankian who really won me over. I had a small audience in attendance while I conducted the interview with Serj, and they were likewise impressed. Afterwards, Serj’s press rep emailed me back to say Serj thought so highly of my questions and he asked for my response to his own question. That answer remains between us.

I was there when Trivium were 18 year olds banging it out like they had more to prove than anyone, opening for Iced Earth. I’d been so moved by their gutty performance, I found Matt Heafy and Corey Beaulieu in the venue parking lot and I approached both of them, telling them Trivium would rule the world. I was that certain of it. I was proven right. Look at them now. I think of it every time I listen to Matt’s “Chaos Hour” on Sirius XM’s Liquid Metal. I ended up interviewing Matt and Corey a few times after that terrific impromptu brodown through their first three album cycles and there’s no band I’m prouder of for their massive achievements.

I’ve had two interviews with Killing Joke vocalist (possibly the smartest, most literate human being on the planet) Jaz Coleman. Both were long, intriguing and frankly, intense, just like the band’s music. Jaz is for real, folks, and it was our second interview backstage at Union Transfer in Philadelphia where I was flat-out humbled. We got on famously and Jaz gave me a slew of compliments to my questions. He then invited me to stay longer, and he produced his personal writings for me to read, right there. I don’t think I’ve ever been more flattered in my life.

Karyn Crisis and the Crisis band. One of the fiercest singers of our time, Karyn Crisis is one of the most delightful, pensive intellect-artistes I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. We’ve had wonderful interviews and even better private conversations. I became friends with her and the defunct Crisis band after a hilarious misunderstanding. Let’s just say I was confused with an asshole groper who’d accosted Karyn and I was challenged by the band to a duke. Karyn defended me by pointing out the real offender and we’ve been laughing about it ever since. The conversations I’ve enjoyed with Karyn, Jwyanza and Afzaal about civil rights will always stick with me.

I interviewed Anthrax vocalist Joey Belladonna shooting pool, Scott Ian and Frank Bello in other memorable sessions. I interviewed Rob Halford, KK Downing and Glenn Tipton while all three were still together in Judas Priest, three of my all-time favorites. Rob is a king who acts like he never wears a crown. A complete gentleman who made me smile telling me he was off to his niece’s violin recital after our chat. Ronnie James Dio was the only guest I had to swallow my inner geek and get into the game and he was a treasure. David Coverdale, another gentleman who told me he appreciated my opening the floor to a lengthy time to discuss his time in Deep Purple before blasting to the stratosphere in Whitesnake.

Dee Snider of Twisted Sister was a such a hoot and the greatest guest you’ll ever land. He’ll cover your itinerary in a fell swoop and with such grace and humor. I landed my short-time gig doing interviews for his House of Hair Online after we had two fantastic chats. Rob Zombie, the ultimate pro. On the dime with time, he nails his answers to the sheets. Alice Cooper, the sweetest man out there. He recorded a greeting for my old buddy, Matt, who is an uber-fan. Uncle Alice treats his fans better than anyone, bar none. The late Kevin Dubrow of Quiet Riot gave me two interviews over two evenings filled with the sordid truth about his time, and also a memorable stretch talking about Randy Rhodes. The latter footage was gobbled up by Metal Maniacs for a special feature. Kevin sadly died a few months after we spoke. I was greatly shaken up by that, same as when I was offered a chat with Enuff Znuff drummer Ricky Parent, who was in his final weeks of cancer and still gave me time because he wanted to.

My interview with former David Lee Roth guitarist Jason Becker was an act of courage on his part. Fully paralyzed, Jason used the retinal response technology that was just developed to answer my questions. I was nearly moved to tears.

I’d been doing interviews already for a personal project, cold contacting famous metal and hard rock legends of the Eighties when those styles took a temporary nap. The industry got wind of me and pulled me in, thus for my first professional gig, I drew the late Great White singer, Jack Russell. A week after Great White’s Rhode Island tragedy. This was my baptism and I knew I was under the microscope off-the-bat. I wasn’t going to “go there” with Jack even before his press agent and my editor warned me not to bring up Rhode Island. I constructed my interview with avoidance of the topic and Jack thanked for me it, then stated he wanted to comment on it and agreed to stand on his words. It won me tremendous favor in the industry and instantly, I became in-demand.

So yeah, I have some neat stories (the time I was rushed onto Slayer’s tour bus to shoot a hit-and-run five minute interview with Dave Lombardo and said hi to the late Jeff Hanneman, who was strumming along to Zeppelin with a hundred lit candles around him on the bus is a visceral memory), but I was also privy to a lot of sensitive moments and information my eyes and ears beheld. The debauchery you see typically locked to the music scene was shielded from me more often than it wasn’t. Artists during my time were frequently more guarded and sensible about whatever their private lives entailed, whereas during the 1980s, bands FLAUNTED their excesses like it was heroic.

I have a lot of things I consider off-the-record and as a man of my word to those who had me on board as their guest and things either got nutso or artists trusted me with their deepest (sometimes dirtiest) secrets, I always said to their faces “I’m considering this off-the-record, just so you know,” or I would if ask them blatantly if they stood on a potentially controversial comment. I would then ask the same of their publicist as my failsafe. A few times I was given the green light by all to print, but whenever I felt it hurt the integrity of the artist, I chopped it from my final transcript regardless.

Thus, I could fill a book with all kinds of insanity, but I refuse to sell out those folks who gave me their confidence, even using an alias. They would know, and my honor means more to me. The biggest sentiment I would ever put into a memoir is that I worked a full-time job and did all of my deeds in the music and film industry on the side. I got an average of three hours of sleep a night to do all that I did and could have died one night falling asleep behind the wheel after back-to-back gigs between New York and Virginia where I did heavy driving.

I was piss broke and not everything about it was glitter and gold. There were tough moments to gnaw through, but I WENT for broke in that industry and I’m damned proud of my accomplishments and essentially devastated that, save for a number of close publicist, record label, writer and band friends from that time, it’s been a cold lockout. When I had to step down, I was out, and I mean out. Forgotten, dished the California nos like expired caviar. Yet I don’t hurt as much as I did, not since the Metal Hall of Fame came and collected me and my horror writing is starting to build.

You never know, since I have a ton of other stories to tell from my time writing for music and film, but for now? I don’t think so, but I’m flattered by people taking such an interest in it and thank them all. Hopefully this satiates your curiosity some.

—Photos and words by Ray Van Horn, Jr.