"When you're on stage in front of a hundred thousand people, and I'm trying to front the band, and you've got all these cameras on you and big screens, and the camera would go to George [Lynch, DOKKEN guitarist] during a solo, and I'd look over and there's no George on stage. Where's George? I hear him playing, but he wasn't on stage, because he was standing behind his Marshall amplifiers doing coke."
im confused, why not just wait till the song is over then go behind the marshalls and get nice??
Bro, when it’s snowing, and particularly if it’s hit blizzard conditions, there is no stopping it. It’s an all consuming hunger and berserker madness that demands total compliance at all times.
I myself, have participated in a few snow storms. Of course, I was under the influence of the real gateway drug, alcohol. I remember the first time I tried it. My friend said, “bro, my brother flew this in on a biplane from Columbia! It’s pure cocaine!” The twinkle in his eyes was unsettling. I remember thinking that it sounded like a good idea to try some blow.
They chopped up a massive line for me and I blasted off. Within a minute, I decided that I most definitely hated blow. I looked around, a bunch of dudes jabbering about nonsense telling one another what good bros they all are. I felt a revolting sense of happiness/euphoria within, recognizing its artificial nature, i immediately became outraged. Yet, when it came time to do another line, I gleefully participated. Within minutes my outrage blossomed into full blown self hatred. I decided I had to over power the blow with vodka which I hate and never drink. I was visiting friends in San Diego that weekend and woke up in a field off of a highway. I had zero idea where I was. So, this is what blow is all about, I must immediately do this again!
As insane as it is, I did it a couple more times. The results were similar minus waking up in a foreign land unable to comprehend my location or situation. The third time I did it, I remember laying in bed at 4am monitoring my heart, which had adopted an unnatural beat that was quite alarming. So, this is how I shall die, laying in bed in god damned San Diego having a crack stroke (my friend thought it a good idea to cook up some rocks of crack cocaine so we wildly huffed crack, and man, there is some chemical change that takes place in crack, that when ingested, awakens some sort primordial madness, unnatural urges occur that I’d never even considered, your mind is taken to places, whoa…..) or coke Induced heart attack. My parents will be so proud. I never touched it again.
If lynch already had a line in him, and if he had some alcohol as well, he would have been helpless in the face of such a mighty foe. Captain coke demanded his total compliance and he acquiesced. Dokken is probably bitter that Lymch is still remembered as a legend of guitar and is still often spoken if today. Dokken probably wants to be remembered so tells these stories regardless of the repercussions on others. Wanker.