“On June 21st, 2004 Genevra and I welcomed Zander Robert Flynn into the world.
It was, without a doubt an amazing moment. Though it was a crazy birth for Genevra. It all started on the evening of the 20th at 11PM after being up all day, she went into crippling drop-to-the-floor-in-agony-back spasms. The only thing she could do to try and control these spasms was to soak in hot water.
(We thought it might be something called “back labor”, but never found out.) After soaking in a hot bath for 4 hours to no avail, we drove out to Kaiser Hospital in Walnut Creek where they gave her some heavy duty muscle relaxers but told us she hadn’t gone into labor.
When the meds didn’t make the pain go away, they gave her even more muscle relaxers! When those didn’t stop the spams they decided to induce labor with the medicine Pitocin.
So after 10 hours of agonizing back spasms she then went into 9 hours of labor. WHEW!
And we men think we’ve got it bad?!
Thankfully they gave her an epidural, but when that didn’t take the pain away, she was given another epidural, then a morphine drip. When the morphine kicked in she felt fine! Shit, she was flyin’ high after that, throwing me the metal horns in between contractions! (No joke!).
I was signing autographs with the staff, with me like, “uh dude… this isn’t a really good time…” and man, thinking about it now? It was bizzaro. Being marginally-famous and having a baby.
Regardless, when Zander came into the world it was nothing short of incredible. Truly one of the best moments of my life was watching that little guy burst out. It’s a life-changing experience, and one, no Man should miss out on. We filmed it!! And though Genevra didn’t want to watch it for a year, on Z’s first birthday we watched it and she tripped out!
And though he probably did a little, it felt like Zander didn’t sleep for the whole month I was home.
We had the Road Rage ’04 tour coming up with our friends Chimaira and a new band called Trivium in tow. Trivium had just gotten signed to Roadrunner and were a young band with a good buzz getting their road chops honed. They were young and hungry and at 19, had nothing to lose. The tour itself started out a little rough.
The first show was in Cleveland and Chimaira had arranged a rehearsal day-before at The Odeon. Adam and I had been fighting bitterly over the last couple months, partially over band business and partially over just insanely trivial bullshit.
On the first day of rehearsals at the hotel we had a massive fight. It was eventually swept under the rug like all our arguments were and we went about our business and rehearsed. It was more important to spend the day hanging with our bro-dogs in Chimaira. They’re a great bunch of dudes, killer band and I just remember they just tore it up on this run.
The tour itself was a complete 50/50, it felt as if every show was either killer or a bit of a stiff. Maybe it was because all the summer tours of the day (Ozzfest, Warped) were rolling thru, or because WE had just rolled thru 3 months prior?
Regardless of the reason(s) most of the major cities did about 25% less than the previous tour, which was already 25% less than the Supercharger U.S. tour. So yeah, playing the normally psychotic-ly packed House Of Blues in Chicago to 600 people was a bit of a “whoa!”
However, the smaller cities actually were the best we’d ever done up until that point. Shows in Columbus, Ohio (at the Al Rosa Villa), San Antonio, Texas, and the pre-Disney-banning-House Of Blues in Orlando, Florida, might have been the craziest show of the tour!
Man, I miss our people in Orlando.
Something I’ll never forget was Chimaira and us celebrating “Monday Night Mosh.” “MNM” was where you basically just get wasted on a Monday night and go fucking crazy! More than a few times I remembered the Chimaira guys crowd-surfed me to the back of the bus to terrorize their bassist Jim! MAN, this tour was fun! Good times, good memories.
On Aug 8th we celebrated the 10 year anniversary of our first album “Burn My Eyes” at The Theater Of The Living Arts in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We performed the album in it’s entirety, and while the idea has never appealed to me, (playing records in their entirety) having all the fans there for that reason, knowing what they were getting, was a blast! We had a handful of friends fly out from the Bay Area and Chicago to celebrate with us.
For the gig itself we brought back the ”old-school-Machine Head stomp” intro (later-”Desire To Fire” intro) and opened with “Davidian.” We played some covers, we played “Block” for a closer and people were fucking losing it! We filmed it with the idea of releasing it soon after but the playing was just short of a mess. You know how I sometimes say, “The more you drink, the less we stink” at certain shows? Well there wasn’t enough alcohol in Philly to save this one!
The rest of the tour was fun, though it ended on a little bit of a downer. Shows in San Francisco, Ventura and Hollywood having surprisingly low turn outs. But the pre-Disney-banning-Machine-Head House Of Blues in Anaheim California was packed and fucking furious!!
We got annihilated after our show and I changed into my alter-ego “Rufus” who hadn’t made an appearance for quite some time. There’s a clip in the “Elegies” DVD of Phil and Rufus singing our drum tech Mudbilly’s revision of an REO Speedwagon song, “so take it to the dome, baby” (translation: blowjob). It’s pretty fuckin’ hilarious.
Well, here’s the thing. I’m not exactly sure why, but on the “Live 101” tour with Pantera, Dimebag would get me and everyone else hammered on Seagram’s 7 and for completely inexplicable reasons, I adopted a character named “Rufus.” I was Robb‘s cousin/ brother “Rufus” and I’d strip down to my underwear, throw on an Afro wig, Elvis shades, Billy Bob teeth, tape gaff tape “X’s” over my nipples, scrawl “RUFUS” across my bare chest in giant black marker, and walk around absolutely obliterated out of my mind.
Acting like a complete idiot? Oh, you fucking bet!
Amazingly enough, the “stupider” I acted, the more people loved Rufus.
Soon stripping down to my underwear was replaced by stripping down to generic-Depends-adult-diapers and going pee in them all night. That lasted until a cheapo-generic adult diaper didn’t hold my pee and I felt a warm trickling sensation run down my leg and right into my shoe.
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