Shot the nice Jewish boy gone to hell in a smart multi-media hand basket last night, aka Rob Zombie. Me and the boy colleagues were warned before stepping into the pit: There are loads of pyros. You have to worry about the condition of pyros (and your immediate eyebrow safety) when a cranked-out looking roadie is attaching thick cables and wiring moments before the fall of the big black curtain.
I've seen Zombie before and I find him, his music and his explosive stage set meltingly invigorating. As I walked to my car with a boy colleague I said Hey look at my sweater, it's covered with ash.
When I arrived at the security bunker before Rob Zombie I had just missed an Ozzy Osbourne sighting: all the jacketed security guards and the photogs were in a state of mild shock as Ozzy staggered by, ashen-faced, shaking and walking with a cane.
I saw him after that during his meet & greet, I watched through the security door. We all agreed that he had received a boost of some sort.
The tour is sponsored by Mountain Dew, perhaps that's his new chem of choice.
NO PHOTO PASSES FOR OZZY, another helpless victim of Aging Rock Star Syndrome.