I Have To Stop Killing My Favorite Band Members.
The Curse that Follows me to this Day.
It all started with Jon Bonham.
Let me take you back to 1980. Led Zeppelin announced their tour, and L. A. was on the schedule. I was in high school, and after hearing the news, I immediately went looking for the “Damone” of our high school.
I want front-row seats or as close to the front stage as possible.
I know seats upfront will require the craft of a connected scalper. It is a risk and will take some time, but the concert is months away so I am confident I can get the seats I want.
Enter Rhino
Rhino was my high school's very own “Damone.” A punk rocker who wore his mow-hawked hair to resemble, well, a rhino horn. He had the letters R-H-I-N-O tattooed across his right front fingers, just below his knuckles, on the skin covering the metacarpal. Then, on his left hand, F-U-C-K-U was displayed. Charming fella.
Teachers and students were rightly afraid of him. The rumor was that he had been expelled from junior high after punching a teacher in the face.
Rhino was a naturally thick and solid individual. The coaches tried unsuccessfully to get him interested in team sports. For Rhino, that wasn’t going…