The drive-in story never made the paper but it got me my first assignment and led me to working with a string of gifted Isthmus editors over the years, including the sardonic Mike Baron. For one of my first gigs, Mike and I decided to do a co-byline review of the Judas Priest concert, complete with a pre-concert interview with the lead singer, the vocally endowed Rob Halford. We arrived early to the Sheraton across from the Coliseum and plunked down at the bar to plot our strategy over taps. Mike spoke and wrote in naked, go-to-hell terms. I didnt know what he was thinking sitting there in the bar, but I decided we were about to make rock n roll journalism history. We knocked on Halfords hotel room door. It was 3 oclock in the afternoon. No answer. We knocked harder, to the sound of the chain on the other side rattling off its hinge. We didnt make rock n roll history that day, but Halford was clearly in the middle of making some. The door swung open to the sight of Halford in a pair of tighty-whities. Nothing else. His room looked like he was attending a hoarders convention. He poured us whiskey in dirty glasses. He spoke in deathly whispers. Through the cracks in the armor of his rough rock exterior, slices of warmth shined through, and it was plain to see he was a friendly bloke of the highest order. --Andy Moore
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 16:05:49 +0000
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