I’m going to see Rob Zombie tomorrow night in Louisville. I haven’t seen Zombie since 1994, which seems like a lifetime ago all of a sudden. I like his White Zombie stuff better than his solo material, but I’m pumped as shit to see John 5 shred. I’m excited to go with my non-gay (as far as you know) life mate, Dusty, who’s packing heat for the concert, so do not MOSH this Lexington crew reeking of double India pale ale.
Think Zombie remembers retweeting my The Lords of Salem movie review? If I can’t get his attention, I’ll just have Dusty shoot the bass player. That usually works.
Here’s a little John 5 as well.