Kindle Notes & Highlights
Imagine a steel box full of nails and broken glass. Now douse it with kerosene, light it on fire, and roll it down a long, steep, winding staircase. That’s what we sounded like.
John’s favorite Slayer album was Reign in Blood, mine was South of Heaven.
South of heaven is my 2nd fave slayer album , after god hates us all !
We were reckless and stupid.
Been there …
Burn the Priest felt as much like a drinking club as it did a band.
the Priest drank in the van on the way to shows. We drank while we waited to go on stage. We drank while we played. We drank after we played. We drank when we got to wherever we were sleeping that night. We drank until we passed out. It wasn’t necessarily all of us all of the time. But it was most of us most of the time.
met some dudes who drove down from Canada to see the festival and had crossed the border with bags of weed shoved up their asses. I didn’t smoke any of that.
lol, in the early 80’s in North Dakota crossing they didn’t have to do that !
Our threshold for confrontation and squalor was so high that what felt normal to us made other people uncomfortable.
tried to revive Randy. He eventually came to but was now delirious in a perfect storm of drunk and concussed.
Make no mistake about it: Randy is punk rock as fuck.
Cocaine seems to have little effect beyond making the user obnoxious and obsessed with doing more every thirty minutes. I call it instant asshole powder.
I tried it once and felt like Superman , and nope can’t ever do that again, I would have been serious trouble !
