Tales of Metal

  I was 11 the first time I heard Free Bird . It was the AM radio version with no solo on the end as I had yet to discover the wonderland kn...

I was a sensitive kid. I always felt like I wasn’t good enough... or that it was lame to be me.  I heard a saying later in life that summed...

I can't imagine being the father of a KISS freak was the same as having a kid on the honor roll or kicking ass in team sports. To my cre...

1967 - Edge O Lake One of my earliest childhood memories is going with Dad and his friend Bill Pierce to look at the site where the Corps of...

Metal Day - Part 2 Sleeping in the Manalishi, in a sleeping bag, after partying down most of the night, does not really qualif...

Metal Day - Part One As I came to, I felt something poking the small of my back.  Was it a stick? A Wire?  It was something - Fuck. I...

The relationship between a guitar and a player can be an extraordinary thing, sometimes even magical. I'm sure other musicians fee...