I used to watch a lot of Headbanger's Ball when I was a kid. Although many of us look back on it fondly, the truth is that it was 95% Soundgarden, Trixter and Jackyl videos and maybe if you were lucky they would sneak in a Gothic Slam video at 11:58. Wow... what a payoff for sitting through two hours of bullshit.
Perhaps the worst of that two hours of bullshit was the "Friend At Large" segment, featuring RIP editor Lonn Friend's inane record reviews. For example, the one I remember as particularly aggravating was the segment from 1992 or so where he talked about Entombed and Helmet, and described Helmet as "Seattle death metal." Lucho Metales has this on VHS, maybe he will post it for us.
These days Lonn is still trying to impress people with pictures of himself and washed up rockers from the 80s and 90s, as you can see from some of the images here. Essentially he is like an annoying teenage groupie, only he doesn't have a vagina so he is even less welcome backstage.
Which is worse, Axl's Oakleys, or Lonn forcing his way into this picture? I leave it to you, the reader, to decide.
Most people grow out of this stage by their early 20s when they realize that people in bands are morons, but not Lonn. He's still totally stoked on hanging out with dumb guys that play guitar. In fact, he's written a book that documents it all, dropping every single name in his arsenal. His description of the book is incredibly grating, like nails on a chalkboard while your mom nags you and a baby screams in your ear from six inches away:
The stories, lessons-- I hope the book resonates with the fans because without fans, there is no rock n'roll. My journey started at Grant High, San Fernando Valley, early 70s. First musician I ever called 'friend' was Steve Lukather. Our school band became Toto. Thirty years later, Luke and I are still pals. You dig the 444? Sign of the angels? Yeah. Me and Luke on the streets of Chicago, November 06. Horns and Halos, all the way up, eh? Click the cover to order from Amazon.Visit Lonn on MySpace