Friday, December 08, 2006


Repost from 12/8/2005

I can’t believe it has already been a year. A year since that day; that awful day when our friend, brother was taken from us so senselessly. Growing up in Arlington, seeing Dime around was so commonplace, that I never really paid much attention to it. I would see him at the smallest of gigs to the largest arena concerts in town. I remember seeing Pantera play at Rascals down in the river-bottoms back in the mid-eighties, and then play at Reunion Arena opening up for Black Sabbath in the late nineties. In between, I can’t even count how many times I’ve seen them play. Metalworks, Joe’s Garage, The Basement, The Backroom in Austin, HardRocks in Lawton, or even at the Tattoo Bar with his side-band Gasoline. When Dime was alive and kicking much ass, I guess I failed to appreciate him as much I should have, because now it is fucked knowing I’ll never get to see him slay audiences with his guitar again.

Please share your thoughts and memories with us as we remember Dime and all the great music he gave us.


Ann Coulters bastard son said...

Great post. Consider yourself lucky to have seen and heard him so many times.

metallord said...

Yes nice post BND.........

BlackLabelAxe said...

Here's a great Dimebag story:

Last night I'm watching "Beerfest" with my brother, and we realized that it's after midnight- and now it's December 8th. We immediately threw on "Far Beyond the Great Southern Cowboys Vulgar Hits" DVD, and pounded some brews in trubute to the hero that got me into heavy music.

He was the greatest metal guitar player of ALL TIME. Some *may* have better technique, but nobody has ever had the passion and heart he had.

To any of you axemen (Lefty):

How about that ghost bend in the solo to "5 Minutes Alone"?! It amazes me every time I hear it. Damn, that motherfucker was badd.