Redneck_toy
Double Corona
A lot of guys will say I'm full of shit. Whatever. Not trying to impress anyone. I grew up in the late 80's/ early 90's in Burleson, Texas, about 15 miles south of Fort Worth. You know, the town that Kelly Clarkson is from....
Anywho, I grew up on a steady diet of hard rock. My friends and I would go see Pantera at a hole in the wall club called Joe's Garage. They played a week in Ft.Worth, and a week at The Basement in Dallas. I saw them at least 20 times that year. 1989, I'm 18. Working at a printing company in Ft. Worth called Motheral Printing. My pressman at the time was one cool Motherfucker named Ernie Grimaldo.
His brother in law is the road manager fpr a band called Disciple.(opening fpr Pantera at the time) Not my kinda music, but he tells me he arranged for me to get backstage at a club in Houston to meet with Pantera right before Cowboys from Hell went nationwide.
Me and a buddy drove down there, and, long story short, I met everyone of Pantera, shook their hands, and even drank from Darrel's 7 &7 at the after-party. ( He was known as Diamond Darrel, not Dime Bag at this time. ) We actually set across from each other in the motel room talking tattoos. Really cool people, althou gh I was leary of Phil due to his beliefs.
( Had a couple Satanist tattoos)
This story goes on for a while, but yes, I met and partied with everyone of those crazy bastards except fpr Phil, which drove home after the concert to New Orleans.
Believe it or not, I swear to God it's a true story....
Anywho, I grew up on a steady diet of hard rock. My friends and I would go see Pantera at a hole in the wall club called Joe's Garage. They played a week in Ft.Worth, and a week at The Basement in Dallas. I saw them at least 20 times that year. 1989, I'm 18. Working at a printing company in Ft. Worth called Motheral Printing. My pressman at the time was one cool Motherfucker named Ernie Grimaldo.
His brother in law is the road manager fpr a band called Disciple.(opening fpr Pantera at the time) Not my kinda music, but he tells me he arranged for me to get backstage at a club in Houston to meet with Pantera right before Cowboys from Hell went nationwide.
Me and a buddy drove down there, and, long story short, I met everyone of Pantera, shook their hands, and even drank from Darrel's 7 &7 at the after-party. ( He was known as Diamond Darrel, not Dime Bag at this time. ) We actually set across from each other in the motel room talking tattoos. Really cool people, althou gh I was leary of Phil due to his beliefs.
( Had a couple Satanist tattoos)
This story goes on for a while, but yes, I met and partied with everyone of those crazy bastards except fpr Phil, which drove home after the concert to New Orleans.
Believe it or not, I swear to God it's a true story....
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