April 22nd, 2009 / 9:05 am
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Drew Toal
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Black Tooth Grin: The High Life, Good Times, and Tragic End of “Dimebag” Darrell Abbott
I remember that I was dicking around at a Sydney Internet café in 2004 when I opened an email from my mom informing me that Pantera guitarist Dimebag (né Diamond) Darrell had been murdered by a crazed fan. You’d think that she was telling me my brother had died. The pain hasn’t faded with time. So when I received a galley from De Capo of the forthcoming Dime biography, I thought, “Hell, it’s about time.” The book comes out in May, and it will hold a place of honor on my bookshelf. You hear that, Jimmy Chen? Honor!
Tags: Dimebag Darrell, Pantera
RE – SPECT – WALK (are you talking to me?!!!)
RE – SPECT – WALK (are you talking to me?!!!)
worst. band. ever.
worst. band. ever.
No, YOU shut up!
No, YOU shut up!
FUCKING HOSTILE
bam pow
FUCKING HOSTILE
bam pow
your mom must rule
your mom must rule
“if-i-hit-bottom-and-everything’s-gone-in-the-great-mississippi-please-drown-me- and-run”
“if-i-hit-bottom-and-everything’s-gone-in-the-great-mississippi-please-drown-me- and-run”
She’s a cool lady, but takes second place to my dad, who took my younger brother to OzFest years ago, and sat outside the pit reading a book. I shit you not.
She’s a cool lady, but takes second place to my dad, who took my younger brother to OzFest years ago, and sat outside the pit reading a book. I shit you not.