Tag Archive | Vince Neil

Least Surprising Headline Ever in the Universe of All Time

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“Vince Neil Teams Up with Hooters to Open New Vegas Sports Bar”. Click that Pink Link to Read All About it.

Happy Birthday, Keith Nelson of Buckcherry

Keith Nelson and Gail Worley
Keith & Me at Some Mexican Restaurant in Los Angeles

Buckcherry Guitarist Keith Nelson Celebrates a Birthday today, February 8th! Keith shares his special day with Motley Crue vocalist Vince Neil and former Ministry Bassist Paul Barker. Happy Birthday to my Aquarian Bothers in Rock!

And, oh yeah – please read my interview with Keith from way back in 2001 at This Link!

A Good Day to Die, Part 2: Remembering Nicholas Dingley, John Lennon and Darrell Abbott

John Lennon Shoulders

On This Date, December 8th, in 1980: John Lennon was murdered outside of the Dakota building in New York City where he was living. Mark David Chapman shot Lennon multiple times as he signed an autograph for Chapman. John Lennon was 40 years old.

Nick Dingley
Nick’s Favorite Drummer was Neal Smith of Alice Cooper

In 1984: Inebriated Motley Crue singer Vince Neil was involved in a car crash which killed passenger Nicholas “Razzle” Dingley, 24 year old drummer of Hanoi Rocks. Neil would spend 20 days in jail and pay $2.6 million in compensation.

Darrell Abbott

In 2004: Former Pantera guitarist “Dimebag” Darrell Abbott was murdered on stage during a performance with his new band Damageplan in Columbus, OH. Abbott was 38 years old.

Thanks To Paul Shaffer’s Day In Rock

Motley Crue Kick Start My Heart at Madison Square Garden!

(All Photos by Geoffrey Dicker)

I have said it many times before – and I am saying it again right now – that I would rather listen to Motley Crue songs like “Dr. Feelgood” or “Shout at the Devil” one hundred million billion times than be forced to listen to the majority of today’s shitty, modern alternative trash rock for fifteen seconds. Because, here’s the thing, Motley Crue – undeniable walking punch lines that they are – are nevertheless a bonafide gang of dangerous, ex-drug addict rock stars from an old school of Rock with a Capital R that, really, does not exist anymore. And for this, I worship them openly.

Watching Motley Crue play live is like driving a Ferrari at 100 miles an hour or having endlessly orgasmic sex with the hottest partner imaginable (me: Gael Garcia Bernal). NONE of these emo/screamo “Mommy didn’t love me” bullshit bands get me off at all. None of them have the balls of a Rock God like Nikki Sixx, who is one of the most original, charismatic figures in rock music since John Lennon. None of these new “excuses for musicians” have any rock star cache. And man, I miss that more than you could even imagine.

Today’s pop music sounds like it came from a can, and 90% of these young bands are just a bunch of whiney brats with guitars who aspire to sound like The All American Rejects (worst band ever) because that’s what the little emo kids are downloading from iTunes. Geesus god, when did rock music get so fucking lame? You can keep Panic at the Disco and The Academy Is and I’ll just curl up with Girls Girls Girls and my copy of The Dirt and be just fine, thank you.

I had a fucking blast last night and so did my plus one, Geoffrey, who I brought along with me since he had never seen The Crue before. I figured he’d appreciate their deal, as he is the only gay guy I have ever met whose favorite band is The Doors. Geoffrey knows his shit when it comes to what rocks and what does not rock. I have very few issues with Motley Crue as people, their showmanship or their set list. They played all the hits you could want to hear as a 20-year fan and very few songs from their new CD, which I do not know. Their stage set was awesome. They had so many explosions and bright lights and shiny visual distractions that I’m still deaf and seeing trails. Mick Mars can play his ass off despite being practically turned into a living statue from ankylosing spondylitis (look it up) and both Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee have life-long “Get Out of Jail Free” cards as far as I’m concerned. But…I have an issue with Vince Neil. Please allow me to share.


Vince, Nikki & Mick

Before their set even started (and remember that we had to sit through three opening acts, all of which – thank Christ – were at least pretty decent in the “ability to rock” department), Geoffrey and I were taking bets about whether or not Vince Neil would be fat. “I bet he’s fat,” said Geoffrey. “I bet he’s fat, too,” I admitted. So you can see there was no real betting going on there, since neither one of us had any faith in Neil’s ability to stay away from the pork rinds. But – surprise – Vince is not only slender-ish, but looking quite fit these days. He was full of energy as he danced and pranced about the stage in a manner that immediately brought to mind Billy Squire’s performance in the video for “Rock Me Tonight.”


Tommy Lee

But the gigantic bone I have to pick with Vince concerns his unwillingness/inability to sing any Motley Crue song all the way through from beginning to end without taking a hundred breaks in between. Basically, he sings about every third or forth word and leaves it up to the audience to fill in the gaps. WTF? He has been doing this for about ten years and it makes me want to smash him in the face. Vince, dude, get a little bit friendly with reality here: nobody in Madison Square Garden last night paid $90 for their ticket so they could hear the drunk guy next to them sing the chorus to “Kick start my heart.” I mean, that’s the pay off! If you just sing every other word to the verses and then hand off the mike to the audience to sing the chorus – like a lame, douche bag jagoff – that’s completely unacceptable! I refuse to pretend that we should not call shenanigans on you for this heinous, repeated transgression! I would rather have Vince LIP SYNC the fucking songs then just not sing. Nikki Sixx must agonize over a desire to kick your not-that-fat ass out of the band for how you butcher his music. Fuck you, Vince Neil for not singing the songs!

Thank you for reading, and please continue to rock.

Rock Star Rehab, The Board Game: "Let's Play!"

Rehab is for Quitters
Dried Vomit Not Included

Just when Steve Tyler is finally getting clean for the umpteenth time, Urban Outfitters brings us the thrilling board game adventure, Rock Star Rehab, where the most tragic players become the most famous winners! Just roll the dice and move your drunken rocker around the board, stopping at LA nightclubs, VIP parties… even jail! The goal of the game: to make your way through Rock Star Rehab! No word yet on whether the game pieces feature miniature replicas of Amy Winehouse, Vince Neil and Pete Doherty.

Gold Star

“Getting Sober is Fun!”