Friday, December 23, 2016
1992...MAX MOVES TO AMERICA
When Max asked me to have his child, I knew it would change my life in many ways. I would have to find away to integrate a baby in the world of Metal, a world full of headbangers, bus rides, flights, journalists and fans. I never thought twice about it.
In August of 1992, Max made the move to America. I was about 5 months pregnant and had several tours booked.....Ozzy and Ministry, to be exact. I never gained much weight when I was pregnant, and really didn't think about the fact that I was pregnant. I admit I missed several appointments, butI felt great and it wasn't my first rodeo!
I was so excited to go to the airport, the day he stepped off the plane. There was no hesitation in our plans. We not only were having a child together, but we worked together every day, all day long, and thrived on it! I didn't expect what happened in the airport, though.....
I could see an alcohol buzzed, long haired, flannel shirt wearing hunkalicious coming up the walkway from the airplane. As he entered the terminal and saw me, he ripped his shirt open and I saw marker all over his chest! "I love you more" was Sharpie Emblazoned across his torso! I couldn't stop laughing! He said, "I asked the dude sitting next to me what I could do to impress you when I walked off!" That he did; and he still does!! And then we went home together, for the first time. I took him and his empty backpack home with me, and our little unborn Z. The older kids were waiting for their Pops and it's been our life ever since.
This will be the 24th Christmas we shared together. I hope all of you, my dear Students, find someone to share your life and your dreams with! From our crazy home to yours..Merry Christmas!!!
Class dismissed......
Friday, December 16, 2016
WE RETURN TO THE BIRTH OF THE CAVALERA METAL ROOTS....BELO!!
Friday, December 9, 2016
MAXIMUM CAVALERA...ALL THE WAY!!!!
Friday, December 2, 2016
LET’S GO IN THE ARCHIVES OF THE HARD ROCK CAFE!!!
Students, we have explored many cities, countries and memories together these last 3 years!! School started out wth 350 students each week and has grown to 25,000 to 80,000 a week...God, knows where they all sit!! Today, let's take a peak in the Hard Rock's archive vault and see what's hidden!
A few years back, Max and I were invited to go check out the Hard Rock Cafe's archives. If I recall correctly, he was doing an interview smack dab in the middle of the vault. As a result we were invited to peak around at some of their most valuable possessions!
There are so many Hard Rocks around the world and each is packed with memorabilia from every artist you can think of! In Madrid, one of Max's smashed guitars adorns the wall, and another white BC Rich is tucked away somewhere on a display or warehouse we have yet to discover!
Max really loved the vintage guitars and the stories they told, stories of wear and tear, long nights on the road, and screaming fans! Stevie Ray Vaughn, BB King, Little Richard, The King Elvis...it was all there to soak up! Kurt Cobain's guitar and his personal artifacts were also favorites......forever embedded in music history. Some day, some young rocker will be holding Max's ax and dreaming of where it was, what it saw and how it wailed!!
Class dismissed......
Friday, November 25, 2016
SOULFLY GOES TO THE FRONTLINES!!
We first went to a small village called Golubac, and made the Carved Inside video. It was recorded in an old castle ruins on the banks of the Danube....but that's another blog...
Mira suggested we record at a bombed television studio in Belgrade, as she worked for the channel, and could get us access. Of course, it was bombed by the Americans... It was a bit dangerous and haphazard due to the fact it was not reconstructed after the bombing and lose objects were everywhere. It seemed like a fitting location for a track like the upcoming Soulfly, Frontlines.
This was in the time of Max without a hair log growing out the back of his head, Joe Nunez on drums, Marc Rizzo with hair and what's his name on bass....(fabricator and misogynist, dare I say?). It's my blog, right? I aim to tell the truth through it... Max had a gas mask on for a good part of the day, and stock footage aptly showed scenarios that we wish weren't true, but unfortunately are.
At the end of the day, we had 2 prime cuts, a new experience and even some education, in a sick sense. We decided to wrap it up peacefully, spiritually and with hope, so we all made the trek to the majestic St. Mark's Orthodox Church, where Max and Marc laid the hate down and covered it with the carpet of ambient serenity. Ahhh, the world was back to normal...