Ozzy: “Go back to Black Sabbath? That will never happen!”
THIS…. Is one of those memories that sticks in your mind forever. Might have forgotten some details over the years, bits and pieces that kind of came back to me as I was listening to this whole interview, but basically, I still remember what it looked like, what I was thinking and feeling, the whole atmosphere.
It was a HUGE thing for a 20-year old. My god, I was brand new at this. I had been working for the paper for about 5 months and I was a dedicated metalhead. Just IMAGINE being sent off to meet Ozzy – the one and only. I thought I was going to die…! :))
Anyway, there will be more from this interview. I just found an audio software that helps me restore and fix the bad sound of these really old cassette interviews. I mean, this thing has been kicking around drawers and boxes and whatnot, for 24 years!!!!!!!!
Can’t believe it’s been that long!
Anyway, the coming weekend I’ll be fixing the audio for the whole, full interview. So… check the Facebook-page for updates. :)
I just picked out THIS part, because Ozzy’s talking about BLACK SABBATH – and how he will “NEVER” go back, because “it’s a dead horse”…. Hmmm! :-))
(Jan 22, 2013)
Twittering David Coverdale
[January, 13, 2013]
David Coverdale of Whitesnake started tweeting away on Twitter and I’ve never before seen such sincere joy among his fans, from all over the world. It’s an opportunity to communicate with him in real-time and many who aren’t typical “twitterers” are now writing on Twitter several times a day, probably feeling like kids in a candystore.
David went out of his way to try to make himself accessible in any way he could when the internet first made its appearance. When I met him back in 2000 in Stockholm, he proudly explained that his first official website was about to launch. Fans like Kino in Japan had held his name alive through their fan-websites, and now they were also a part of the official release.
David has also been active on the message board on the Whitesnake site and participated in video-Q & A-sessions where fans could send in video-questions and hopefully have them answered by David.
It’s just awesome. These are new, different times. I can’t help looking back to when I first discovered Whitesnake. It was just this pop-show on national Swedish radio (there was no commercial radio in Sweden back in the 80’s) that played “Guilty of love” – and it was that simple little drum roll that Cozy did before the last chorus, that made me go and get the “Slide It In”-album. That was 1984.
Back in those days, the only way you could get any info whatsoever about your favorite artists, was through magazines. Hard rock wasn’t exactly endorsed by radio or TV so it was pretty much an underground movement in a way. Huge, but still “underground”.
The point is that rock stars, being as beyond reach as they were, were unreal, likegods almost. You knew they existed but you couldn’t be sure unless you got a chance to see them live in concert. There was no link to them – they were on a different planet and the fans, well, we were like disciples and simply “not worthy”.
Meeting someone like David Coverdale felt just as likely as meeting God. In other words, that idea was just an impossible dream, it just wouldn’t happen.
Maybe that mystery was also what made the rock stars of that era ROCK STARS. They were out of reach, larger than life, moving in circles you would never be invited to, living a life you would never be a part of… Or so I thought when I was sixteen. I wanted it so bad, but I didn’t think it would ever happen. Me, part of the world I loved so much – “for real”?
I wasn’t allowed to go to a Whitesnake concert when I was a teen, cause my parents wouldn’t let me. Without my own money I couldn’t sneak off either.
So the first time I saw Whitesnake live was with the Monsters of Rock package 1990. I was at the Quireboys press conference but I don’t think Whitesnake did any press. Or I just didn’t get the info if they did, I can’t remember. But they were amazing in the Globe, David handled the stage and the crowd like the out-of-this-world performer I always thought of him as.
The first time I met him, was at a press conference at the Midtfyn Festival in Denmark 1993. That, I will never forget. I went there with my friend Lena, also a big fan, and she was supposed to take good photos, whereas I was supposed to record the press conference. When David walked in – I remember that like a slow-motion scene in a movie. It was as if someone pressed a button and the place just went silent, everybody’s eyes were on him. He passed me and I just remember the fresh smell of cologne.
Lena got so shaky that her first pics got all blurry and I, well I was so awestruck that I forgot to turn on the recorder. When I finally did, I just sat there and stared, couldn’t believe that I was there, breathing the same air as my biggest hero. I’ve got only 2 true heroes- Rob Halford and David Coverdale. That’s it. The rest I admire or whatever, but David and Rob are on a totally different level to me.
That whole day feels like a slow-motion dream, including the show later that evening – which was actually why we went to the festival in the first place.
Seven years later, in 2000 – it happened. The impossible. The unthinkable. I was granted an interview with David at Sheraton Hotel in Stockholm, right after the press conference. I cannot explain how nervous I was and how small and insignificant I felt. Once again going back to that whole Wayne’s World “I’m not worthy!”-feeling.
I spent about an hour in that hotel suite, talking with David about everything under the sun – funny things, serious things… anything and everything. To this day I really feel very blessed for getting that opportunity. That was the very last time rock stars were out of reach, so it was a huge deal to me.
Then – with the internet, things changed. You can now get hold of pretty much anyone through Facebook or, in this case, Twitter. Some of that mystery is gone. But people don’t want or need that mystery anymore to appreciate their heroes. They cherish the opportunity to be able to speak to their idols instead – the way they now can follow David on a daily basis as he Tweets out photos from his bedroom window or shares little everyday anecdotes or jokes with us all. He’s among fans and not an unreachable god anymore.
Times they are a’changin’ and the way I see it, it’s definitely for the better…
Who the f*** is PANTERA??
That was my first thought when I “had to” schedule an interview with Pantera in February 1991.
Judas Priest were coming to Sweden, kicked off their Europan tour in Scandinavia, and they were bringing two opening acts: Annihilator and Pantera. At the time, I was preoccupied with getting an interview with Rob Halford. I just wanted to get the interview with Pantera over with.
It’s funny when I listen to the interview with Rex now, and some of the things he says. “Cowboys From Hell“, which is pretty much considered a classic metal album now – especially after the re-release in 2012, had only been out ONE WEEK in Sweden when this interview was made. And as there was no internet in 1991, people didn’t know who the hell Pantera were.
It’s hard to imagine that now – 14 million albums sold…
It was one of the few tours at the time that didn’t get cancelled – many bands did because it was risky to fly overseas when the Gulf War was still being fought. It actually ended officially 26 days after this conversation.
But several bands from the States chose to cancel their scheduled tours and promotion-visits to Europe.
This interview was conducted in a small, boring, dirty little room backstage at the Ice hall in Stockholm, shortly before the show.
I’m yet to find the interview with Dimebag, it’s here somewhere….
I just thought it might be appropriate to dig this one out now that Rex is about to write his autobiography. Should be interesting reading:
Talks with Rob “Metal God” Halford
I wonder how long it would take to actually organize every single interview I’ve ever done since 1988.
Not to mention everything else: Photos, tickets, all kinds of memorabilia…. I’ve tried several times and I’m still nowhere close to getting any kind of overview of all this stuff. My home looks like a messy version of Hard Rock Café, people are joking about how I should start charging visitors and call it a rock-museum. Maybe I will, so I can finance all my trips! :)
I’ll be posting stuff like this from time to time – and it hasn’t been posted anywhere else ever before, so I hope other fans will enjoy these as much as I do. :-)
(I did about three 1-hour long interviews with Rob, and also with Glenn and K.K for this Judas Priest cover-story for Sweden Rock Magazine. I think this one was one of them, but I can’t swear on it. Its just very likely. :) )
ROB HALFORD – My memories (the final part 3)
[Continued from previous post]
February 2, 1991 – Sheraton Hotel, Stockholm
It was a very cold day and I felt sorry for the poor rocker guys who were standing outside the hotel freezing their butts off, waiting for a chance to get their Judas Priest-albums signed.
I knew what it was like to stand out in the cold like that. I had done it myself on a few occasions. But this time, I actually had an appointment with The Metal God.
My friend Janet was with me as moral support, cause I was pretty much crapping my pants, if you pardon the expression. I was only 21 and I had never met Judas Priest before – and this band had changed my life 8 years earlier. It’s a big deal. And now, I was about to meet Rob Halford, it was mindblowing. I couldn’t have been happier if anyone had offered me a million bucks.
We walked into the hotel-bar/restaurant and I immediately spotted the people from CBS (now Sony Music) and Jayne Andrews, who I had met in Copenhagen two days before, who had arranged this interview for me.
Just as we were about to walk over to the CBS-table, I noticed two familiar faces in the bar. Anders Tengner, a well known Swedish journalist who wrote for musc magazine OKEJ, and…Rob Halford. I was struggling with myself, cause I had to remind myself of one very important fact:
I was there as a journalist, not a fan, I had to fake that typical “journalist-look”.
The “I’m not-impressed“-professional-expression. But believe me, that was the LAST thing I felt like. I felt like I was 13 years old all over again.
Janet and I took a seat at the table with the CBS people and Jayne, for a casual conversation while we were waiting for Rob to finish his interview. I was dead nervous and probably said my “yes” and “no’s” in the totally wrong places but I wasn’t really listening to the conversation. I couldn’t, my heart was racing.
Then, I saw Anders packing his things. He shook hands with Rob and left. I was next…
I wasn’t doing the interview alone – and thank god for that! I felt a lot more confident with the other dude being there, for a change. Normally I would want an exclusive, but in this case, I probably needed Valium more than anything…! :-D
I’m surprised I even managed to say anything at all. And another short piece of info that I still remember very clearly before moving on to the actual interview:
We originally only had about 15-20 minutes to our disposal, and when we were running out of time, I saw Jayne walking towards our table. But for some reason she stopped half-way and went back to the CBS-table.
Later, I asked my friend Janet, who had been sitting there with them, if she knew what that had been all about. She said that Jayne’s intention had been to tell us to finish off the interview, but when she saw the expression on my face, she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt me. So she gave me another 10 minutes. I must have looked like I was talking to god or something. Heck – I WAS! :-)
So, not only did we talk for almost 40 minutes (5 minutes were edited out though, off the record stuff) then there was photos taken, albums signed – and Rob didn’t care that Janye was stressed to get him to the sound check.He calmly walked out to the fans who had probably turned to ice outside, signed their stuff and talked to them. Then he came back, totally cool, and said he was ready to leave.
Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep for DAYS.
I’ve met Rob many times since, and we are now on a first-name basis, which is totally weird to me. I still look up to this man a lot. This was my first meeting with him but hopefully not the last.
From one of my more recent conversations with Rob – 17 years later, many Priest-interviews later :)