Ten years ago... I remember the phone rang. My first thoughts were for my friends Ronni and Eric. I knew they were there. I didnt know if theyd been hurt. Nobody had the whole story. The day was a mass of phone calls, and questions. Both Mistress Carrie & I, had words with two other co-workers (from the Talk station), who thought it was a moment to exploit on the air. Both choosing to attempt to denigrate, and make fun of the event in an effort to make up for their glaring lack of compassion, or creativity. Both were taken to task for their poor choice of words. We were lucky no complaints were filed. I cant truthfully say Darrell was my friend. We were radio friends. Every time wed see each other, it was all good. Like we were buddies since childhood. Thats just the way Dime was. And because wed never even considered we wouldnt see each other again, we never took a picture together. It wasnt like that. We were just hanging out. No structure. No pretense. Just doing, Dime Time. We spent most of our time talking about Van Halen, and how the reason I love Les Pauls so much, is because Ace Frehley played them. When we hung out, he wasnt the Pantera guitarist. He wasnt plugging Damageplan. He was just a fan. Its been ten years now. The legend of Dimebag Darrell, has grown since his passing. Knowing him at the level I did, Id like to think he would be laughing at the idea of being considered a legend. He didnt take it seriously at all. That was the thing about him I liked best. A badass, doesnt need to prove it. They just are. Go on Boy! Getcha Pull!
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 19:29:23 +0000
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