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    Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
    5:28 pm
    people still do livejournal
    Washington DC
    Cheney Accepts Responsibility for Accident
    Feb 15, 2006, 03:19 PM EST



    Vice President Dick Cheney on Wednesday accepted full responsibility for shooting a fellow hunter and defended his decision to not publicly disclose the accident until the following day.

    "I'm the guy who pulled the trigger that fired the round that hit Harry," Cheney told Fox News Channel in his first public comments since the shooting Saturday in south Texas.

    Cheney described seeing 78-year-old Harry Whittington fall to the ground after he pulled the trigger while aiming at a covey of quail, calling it one of the worst days of his life.

    "You can talk about all of the other conditions that exist at the time but that's the bottom line and - it was not Harry's fault," he said in an interview with Brit Hume. "You can't blame anybody else. I'm the guy who pulled the trigger and shot my friend."

    He said he fortunately always has a medical team with him, and members of that team responded to Whittington immediately after the accident.

    "I ran over to him," Cheney said. "He was laying there on his back, obviously, bleeding. You could see where the shot struck him."

    He said he has no idea if he hit a bird because he was completely focused on Whittington.

    "I said, `Harry, I had no idea you were there.' He didn't respond," Cheney said.

    Whittington was reported doing well at a Texas hospital Wednesday after doctors said that a pellet entered his heart and that he had what they called caused "a mild heart attack."

    One pellet from Cheney's shotgun - just under one-tenth of an inch in diameter - traveled to Whittington's heart. Hospital officials said the Texan had a normal heart rhythm again Wednesday afternoon and was sitting up in a chair, eating regular food and planning to do some legal work in his room.

    Cheney has been roundly criticized for failing to tell the public about the accident until the next day. He said he thought it made sense to let the owner of the ranch where it happened reveal the accident on the local newspaper's Web site Sunday morning.

    "I thought that was the right call," Cheney said. "I still do."

    Cheney said he agreed that ranch owner Katharine Armstrong should make the story public, because she was an eyewitness, because she grew up on the ranch and because she is "an acknowledged expert in all of this" as a past head of the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department. He also agreed with her decision to choose the local newspaper as the way to get the news out.

    "I thought that made good sense because you can get as accurate a story as possible from somebody who knew and understood hunting and then it would immediately go up to the wires and be posted on the Web site, which is the way it went out and I thought that was the right call," Cheney said.

    "What do you think now?" he was asked.

    "I still do," Cheney responded. "The accuracy was enormously important. I had no press person with me."

    (Copyright 2006 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

    Current Mood: drunk
    Monday, March 7th, 2005
    1:26 am
    07-01-84 Hermosa Beach, Ca
    1024hrs. played a party in lawndale. That was a lot of fun. A bunch of stoners hanging out while we jammed.We had a great time. I like those kind of gigs. Everbody's cool and there's none of that bullshit that usally comes along when we play. That party crew are actually cooler than any of the people that come out to the real shows. They don't yell at us to play this or that and they get off on the music and they don't have time for bullshit attitudes. If we could have people like them at all shows, we would have a lot more fun playing. So many of those punkers have nothing to do with music, it's all just a pose. They give us shit about the music we play but they're more into their makeup than any music. I can't take any of them seriously.

    Current Mood: ph
    Sunday, January 23rd, 2005
    3:35 am
    philip h anselmo
    Philip H Anselmo; On Behalf of Darrell Lance Abbott-Pt. I

    I’ve been stumbling around in a coma of loss. No truer lyric has been written than “You don’t know what you’ve got, ‘til it’s gone.” To explain my side of things with the hiatus of Pantera, please give me a moment and think about what I say. Think.

    I joined the band in late ‘86/early ‘87, and the chemistry clicked like a vice grip, we hit it off like four bad mother fuckers could. Perfection. Dime, Vince and Rex could play fucking anything. You pick the style, they could pull it off. So in reality we had to find out where our musical hearts lay strongest. After short deliberation, our intention was to be the most devastating ‘hard core-heavy metal’ band in the world.

    You know, when the so called heavy metal press first got wind of ‘Cowboys from Hell’ they were absolutely unsure what to think. More bad reviews than good at the time. The Reason? They had never heard a band quite like us before, and I can’t blame the press or anyone for not hearing the full experience, but there were flashes in songs like ‘Primal Concrete Sledge’, and “Message in Blood’. Once again as I have said before, the press remained basically unimpressed, BUT, with the heavy metal audience, the phenomenon of Pantera had already begun. Slowly but surely, the fan base grew larger and larger (the best fans in the world I say still!)

    The LP that I believe was the first ‘true’ Pantera LP was our second major release ‘Vulgar Display of Power’. As a band, our brotherhood and obvious originality and musicianship cemented us as one of the most feared and loved bands ever to step on a stage. That, is what we all lived for. We figured as long as our awesome audience was moved (head banging, skanking, stage diving, of course) we would play for us and them. Of course we had a deep connection with both our music and our audience, and we were also very different, image and attitude wise… It was extremely rare to see a lead vocalist or anyone with a shaved head unless you looked deep into the underground with bands like the Cro-Mags, Agnostic Front, Rose Tattoo, etc…(I didn’t mean to leave anyone out). The difference between us and these great bands was the fact that we also had an insanely great guitar player who was respected alongside the best of the best, and a rhythm section so unique and tight, goddamn they were tight, tight is and always will be the word. I guarantee throughout our 17 year existence it would be extremely difficult to have one memory of Rex or Vince messing up or playing a part wrong ever. That to some people may be amazing or impossible, however I mean what I say 100 times over. They were the best damn musicians I’d ever seen or heard. Period.

    With ’Far Beyond Driven’, our 3rd major offering, going to #1 on the Billboard top #200, it seems appropriate to say that some Rock Magazines were taking notice, one way or another. Guitar magazines throughout the world were right on the money by calling Dimebag the best axe man of the time. That was absolutely true and within his lead style, influenced by the likes of Eddie Van Halen, Randy Rhodes, Ace Frehley, and himself (it’s true, I believe most all great lead guitar players have their own style to hear and influence. By god Darrell had that type of talent and then some). His rhythms he came up with, in ways, probably became even more influential. His influences were extremely varied and unique from guys like James Hetfield (Metallica), Kerry King and Jeff Hannemen (Slayer), Judas Priest to Motorhead, AC/DC, ZZ top, Robin Trower and even some of the ultra underground bands I would play him. In all honesty he preferred a more accomplished guitar player than some of the rawer sloppier stuff that I adored, but what he did love about the rawer stuff was its all out assault on the ears. Bless him, he did love that. Within his style he commanded and demanded the best out of himself, and all of us around him. So I will say to everyone in Texas that ever called me a friend, and especially all of my brothers that helped work with us as Pantera on the road crew; I love all of you. To the fans in Texas, and the rest across America and the world, beware of the shit you read in rock magazines. When these pathetically titled ‘journalists’ (not all of them, but a lot still), had finally caught on to the fact that we, Pantera, had beaten all the odds a band could, and the press had no choice but to build us up until it seemed that they were all of a sudden desperate to make us supermen in the magazines, it was an assignment. It wasn’t true to them, they were getting paid for it. We weren’t supermen, just a great band. During our whole career, there were always those interviews where you could tell that the ’journalist’ didn’t know shit about our band, using wrong facts, whether they made us look good or bad, not knowing a thing about our characters, our musicianship, or our careers; asking the same questions, or as ’journalists’ love to do, just plain making up whatever they wanted. For every ‘journalist’ out there, these facts may or may not fit in with the way you personally do your work , but I know and so the fuck do you that this load of bullshit behavior, that thousands of fans read on a regular basis, is absolutely irresponsible, and it’s obvious that you truly don’t care about your responsibilities to the fans, or how many lives you truly destroy. It’s all about what sells magazines, isn’t it?

    A month has gone by since we, his former band mates, his current band mates, his friends and fans around the world, have lost Dimebag. I can’t necessarily speak for them, but for me, it’s the first thing that comes to mind when I awake, if I sleep at all, still. It is also the last thing I think about as I lay down to rest. God damn it still hurts me. I want to be there for Vinnie Paul no matter how long it takes. I want to be there for Rita if she’ll have me. I want to be there for the Kat and the rest of the crew as well, people that have been a part of my life for 17 ½ years. Once again, I’m hoping my biggest hope; that they realize that the bad stuff written about our bands and ourselves was coerced nonsense made to sell magazines. Bare with me, please. I beg you all. By the way, all of the level headed fans that write in and offer support, that in itself is the best therapy I’ve received yet. I have considered retirement because of a broken heart, but also in my heart, I cannot let my fans down. As the days go by I realize that I’m at war with some things inside of myself, that I don’t mind sharing with you: I always, truly always, no matter if it was my own dreams just coming to the surface, if we, just the four of us, were to sit in a room together, we’d have been laughing, crying, and laughing again. The weight of the world would be lifted off of our shoulder as we hugged each other. Play together again? I have a suspicion that our fans would demand some type of reunion. My god I thought of that so many times and because what our fans wanted, they usually got. It may have taken a little longer, but think about how long it took the original Black Sabbath to play together again!?

    Then in one night early December, 2004, an event changed the entire year and our entire lives into one of the cruelest sort. Some mentally disturbed individual …crushed the dream. He took one of the most talented, extroverted people ever to grace this earth. I’m crushed for the loss of my friend that I loved, for Vince his brother, for Jerry his father, for Rita his life companion, for all of his good friends, for every music fan that was inspired and loved his playing; especially those who were lost or were injured that night we lost Darrell. None of what I have said will ever bring him back, and it hurts so bad. I add very humbly in hope that no one else out there ever has to go through something like this; Keep your loved ones close.

    Yours Truly, I can take no more at this time-

    Philip H Anselmo
    Tuesday, January 18th, 2005
    1:36 pm
    dimebag darrell abbott
    DAMAGEPLAN Shooting: What Happened The Night DIMEBAG Was Murdered? - Jan. 16, 2005

    The following story by John Futty was published in the January 16, 2005 edition of The Columbus Dispatch:

    His high-pitched scream spoke to all of the things William Wever couldn't say.

    "It was like he suddenly realized, 'I've got another man's blood on me,' " said his friend Crystal Levings, 25, of Mount Vernon.

    Wever was cleaning the blood from his hands, face and clothing in the Alrosa Villa bathroom when he was struck by the horror he had witnessed.

    Like other fans at the heavy-metal concert by DAMAGEPLAN, he had watched a gunman shoot guitarist "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott in the back of the head, then turn the gun on those who tried to intervene. For reasons he can't explain, Wever climbed onstage to try to save a bleeding victim, even as the gunman, Nathan Gale of Marysville, continued shooting.

    "I have no clue why I jumped up there," said Wever, a 33-year old Mount Vernon man who is trained in CPR for his job in store security. "I wasn't thinking anything. I just did it."

    Gale was waving a handgun behind a wall of amplifiers as Wever began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on the victim while another fan, Jimmy Van Fossen of Reynoldsburg, did chest compressions. Both assumed they were working on Dimebag.

    But even that was a matter of confusion. The men recently learned that the victim they were trying to save was Jeff "Mayhem" Thompson, DAMAGEPLAN's security chief, who died later at Riverside Methodist Hospital.

    Other fans had dragged Dimbag off the stage and onto the floor, where they attempted CPR until paramedics arrived and pronounced him dead.

    Confusion continues to swirl around the night of Dec. 8, when Gale rushed onto the stage of the North Side nightclub during DAMAGEPLAN's opening song.

    In the three minutes of chaos that between the first shot from his Beretta 9 mm semiautomatic handgun and a Columbus police officer's shotgun blast that killed Gale, the gunman fatally shot four people and wounded three others.

    "It was mass hysteria," said Van Fossen, a 35-year old EMT who was one of the fans closest to the stage when the shooting began.

    Ty Stewart, a Worthington firefighter and paramedic who was among the first responders, described the scene as "organized chaos."

    The Dispatch interviewed more than three dozen witnesses, rescue workers and law-enforcement officers to clarify what happened that night.

    The picture that emerges is of a mentally ill man determined to kill and a number of individuals willing to risk their lives to stop the shooting or assist the gravely wounded.

    The daylight hours of that Wednesday had passed with the mundane routines of a rock club preparing for a show.

    DAMAGEPLAN's tour bus had arrived in the parking lot early that afternoon after an overnight drive from a gig in Buffalo, N.Y. Long before the Alrosa doors were to open, while DAMAGEPLAN's crew began setting up and the band relaxed on the bus, a few hard-core fans began to show up.

    Kevin McMeans, 26, of Hilliard, arrived about 1:45 p.m. determined to meet Abbott and his brother, drummer Vinnie Paul Abbott, before they went inside.

    The Texas siblings were stars of the heavy-metal world, gaining fame with the band PANTERA, which they formed in 1982. The group's down-tuned sound evolved into a relentless hybrid of punk and speed-metal and the band began playing big heavy-metal festivals, including Ozzy Osbourne's Ozzfest. PANTERA's 1994 album "Far Beyond Driven" debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard chart and was nominated for a Grammy Award.

    With his high-pitched, lightning-quick, Eddie Van Halen-inspired solos, Dimebag was one of metal's most influential guitarists by the time PANTERA disbanded in 2002. The brothers then formed DAMAGEPLAN with lead singer Patrick Lachman and bassist Bob "Zilla" Kakaha.

    Once featured in stadium shows, the brothers and their new band were working smaller halls such as the Alrosa, a modest, stucco-sided club at 5055 Sinclair Rd. that has featured local and national metal acts for more than three decades.

    Vinnie Paul stepped off the bus about 3:40 p.m. the day of the show, followed about 50 minutes later by Dimebag. McMeans chatted with the brothers, who were known for mingling with fans, and got their autographs on several CD booklets. Dimebag joked about the leopard-print jacket and fuzzy multi-colored hat he was wearing while a crew member prepared to snap a photo.

    "This picture will be a classic," the guitarist told McMeans as they flashed the two-fingered heavy-metal salute. [see Dimebag's final photos here]

    McMeans wasn't the only person who came looking for the brothers behind the club.

    A man later identified as Nathan Gale approached the bus shortly before the band took the stage to ask if the brothers were on board.

    Aaron Barns, the group's sound man, told him the Abbotts were already inside.

    Before the doors of the club opened, three other men met up in the parking lot to share beers.

    Billy Clark had com east from New Carlisle, a small city north of Dayton, while his Army buddy John Muirhead had traveled from his home in the northern Pennsylvania town of Snow Shoe.

    The friends had trained at Ft. Campbell, Ky., and served together for six months in Afghanistan. Clark also spent six months in Iraq.

    Clark, 23, and Muirhead, 25, were there as fans of PANTERA and DAMAGEPLAN, but it was the first heavy-metal show for Clark's other friend, Troy McKelvey of Dublin.

    "Billy had been talking about Dimebag for three weeks," said McKelvey, 27, who also served in the Army. "He was pumping it up, telling me Dimebag was the greatest."

    They watched the four warm-up bands, moving closer to the stage as the time approached for DAMAGEPLAN to begin performing.

    Alrosa can accommodate up to 700 music fans, some of whom mingle around the pool tables and bar near the front of the nightclub, but most of whom descend into the mosh pit — a sunken floor where fans sometimes collide to the music— and squeeze toward the stage.

    By the time DAMAGEPLAN took the stage around 10:15 p.m., Clark was standing against the chest-high, metal barricade separating the crowd of about 400 fans from the stage.

    The band was playing it's opening song, "Breathing New Life", when Gale — a 6 foot-5, 268–pound semipro football player wearing a Blue Jackets jersey and blue jeans — emerged from behind the 7½-foot-high wall of amplifiers and headed across the stage for Dimebag. With many in the crowd thinking they were witnessing a stunt, Gale pulled a handgun fired three shots at close range into the back of the guitarist's head and another that struck his hand.

    Dimebag collapsed, his right leg twisting awkwardly under his body, his head and shoulders toward the crowd. Feedback screeched from his guitar.

    As patrons realized it was no stunt, the club erupted in chaos.

    Some fans and crew members moved to grab Gale or help Dimebag while others headed for the exits, toppling tables and chairs adjacent to the pit. At least 10 people placed frantic calls to 911, several from inside the club.

    "The person is still loose with the gun," a breathless Lisa Moore, 42, of Columbus, told an operator as she fled the club. "Please hurry, please." [download an audio file containing some of the 911 emergency calls that were placed as the tragic events of Dec. 8 were unfolding at this location]

    Alrosa security guards think Gale, 25, got inside by scaling a 6-foot wooden fence on the north side of the club. One saw him enter through a patio door and work his way through the crowd toward the stage.

    A longtime PANTERA fan, he had no previous history of violence. But his mother and a former employer have said that Gale told them he was discharged from the Marines because of a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia.

    His mother, Mary Clark, also has said he was not taking medication for his illness — a claim confirmed by an autopsy conducted by the Franklin County coroner's office, which found no trace of drugs in Gale's system.

    Former acquaintances in Marysville said the symptoms of his illness included claims that PANTERA had stolen some of his songs.

    Gale was discharged from the Marines in October 2003, less than two years into a four-year stint. Military records appear to link the discharge with his weight. One document from April 2003 criticized him for weighing 243 pounds, 23 pounds above his permitted maximum.

    His mother bought him the gun he used at the Alrosa ad a Christmas gift during his military service and before his illness was diagnosed.

    Clark said she won't tell the story of his life.

    "Nothing I say about him is going to erase what happened in the end, in those few minutes," she said. "People don't want to hear it. They'll just think, 'Well, she's the mom, what else is she going to say?"

    "I'm sorry for what happened, I'm sorry for those people who were killed, but I lost a son, too.

    With more than 200 interviews to sort through, Columbus police detectives are still figuring out the details of what happened after Gale shot Dimebag.

    "We may never know exactly," said Sgt. Jeff Sacksteder.

    Witnesses speak of a struggle on stage, with one or more fans or crew members wrestling with Gale after Dimebag fell.

    The commotion — and the sound of more gunfire — moved behind the wall of amplifiers on the right side of the stage and out of view for many concertgoers.

    Lachman, the band's singer, leaped off the front of the stage and told fans that what was happening was real and to call 911.

    Witnesses think all of the victims after the 38-year-old Dimebag were trying to help the guitarist or subdue the gunman.

    Thompson, the 40-year-old crew member who some say was the first to grab Gale, was shot twice in the body and once in the leg.

    Erin Halk, a 29-year-old Alrosa employee from Columbus, was shot four times in the chest, once in the hand and once in the leg.

    Nathan Bray, a 23-year-old fan from Grove City who apparently had jumped onstage, and Chris Paluska, 39, DAMAGEPLAN's tour manager, each were shot once in the chest.

    John Brooks, 34, the band's drum technician, was shot twice in the leg. A bullet also grazed the arm of Travis Burnett of Gahanna, 23, a crew member for VOLUME DEALER, one of the warm-up bands.

    As victims fell, others tried to grab them and pull them to safety.

    Billy Clark was among the fans who climbed over the barricade and reached for Dimebag. He put one knee on the stage for leverage and shouted for his friends, Muirfield and McKelvey, to help.

    "I said, 'We've got to get him out of here. He's still a target.'

    "I'm not sure if the soldier in me took over. He was up there bleeding and needed help."

    The trio and at least one other man pulled Dimebag off the stage and carried him to the floor, where Clark began CPR after searching unsuccessfully for a pulse.

    Mindy Reece, a 28-year-old Columbus nurse, was scrambling from the mosh pit with a friend when she turned and saw Dimebag being carried from the stage. She went to his side, identified herself as a nurse and asked for someone's shirt to place against Dimebag's wounds.

    McKelvey pulled off his T-shirt, which they slipped under the guitarist's head.

    Meanwhile, Van Fossen and a friend, Andy Meravy of Gahanna, worked their way from a spot on a platform left of the stage to Thompson. The bodyguard, a giant of a man at 6-foot-8 and 346 pounds, was on his back on the right side of the stage, one of his feet dangling off the edge.

    Van Fossen, who has worked for two Columbus hospitals, detected a weak pulse and began chest compressions. Wever quickly climbed onto the stage beside him. He could see Gale behind the speakers, waving the handgun.

    "I'm certified in CPR," Wever told Van Fossen and began mouth-to-mouth after Meravy, also trained in CPR, cleared Thompson's airway.

    "I had to spit blood out a couple of times," Wever said.

    As sporadic gunfire continued, Meravy convinced Van Fossen that they needed to leave. Outside the back door, they bumped into Columbus Police Officer James D. Niggemeyer.

    Niggemeyer had just started his shift at the 18th Precinct, about 2 miles away at Morse and Karl roads, when the report of shots fired at the club came in at 10:18 p.m.

    He pulled into the Alrosa parking lot, grabbed the 12-gauge shotgun that police are trained to use even in situations that involve crowds, and headed for the back door of the club. Meanwhile other officers ran past panicked concertgoers fleeing through front and side doors.

    "People were screaming, 'Get in there, get in there. He's killing people,' " said Officer Ricky Crum, who head three or four shots as he approached the building.

    When Gale realized officers were closing in, he grabbed one of his victims and began using him as a shield. A handful of bystanders, some onstage, pointed at Gale and screamed for officers to shoot him…

    "He got spooked and started retreating," said Officer Kevin G. Ferencz. "That could have been just pure by luck, but I believe he did see some of us coming at him."

    Crum, armed with a shotgun and climbing steps on the left side of the stage, thinks that Gale was preparing to fire at officers in the pit when Niggemeyer stepped through the stage door.

    With the shotgun raised, Niggemeyer moved around the abandoned drum set and killed Gale with a single blast of lead pellets to the face.

    "I had to do it. I had to do it," he immediately told bystanders and fellow officers.

    Niggemeyer has not publicly discussed the incident because it still must be reviewed by a grand jury, as is standard protocol for al fatal shootings by police officers.

    Meravy, who was among the concertgoers who witnessed the scene, said, "He seemed floored that he had to do it."

    Niggemeyer's shot took on added significance last week, when police revealed that Gale had enough ammunition to do much more violence.

    Another five rounds remained in Gale's gun, and he was carrying 30 more live rounds. Sacksteder said the gunman had fired 10 shots, reloaded the magazine and fired five more rounds before he was killed.

    "He had the gun in his armpit and he was putting bullets in the clip," recalled Marvin Woodruff, of Mount Vernon, who attended the concert with Wever. "It seemed like it took two seconds to reload that gun."

    After Gale went down, Crum saw the hostage scramble away and roll off the front of the stage.

    Some of the bystanders who remained on the stage had to be ordered out of the building after they cursed at and kicked Gale's body, Crum said.

    Although investigators have declined to name the hostage, Barns, the club's sound man, identified him as Brooks, the band's drum technician. Officers who responded to the scene have said the hostage had gunshot wounds in the leg, which is consistent with Brooks' injuries.

    He and the other surviving victims have declined interview requests.

    "Jim (Niggemeyer) prevented further injuries and deaths," Crum said.

    "The suspect wasn't going to stop unless someone stopped him."

    After the shooting had ended, Lt. Rick Schoch of the Columbus Fire Division was the first paramedic to enter the club, walking through the same patio door that Gale used on his way to the stage.

    "There was an overall feeling of shock and despair and agony about what had just happened," he said.

    Dimebag was on the floor, Thompson and Halk were on the stage and Bray was in the dressing room. He considered all to be in level-one trauma, or critical condition. Gale was pronounced dead.

    Columbus firefighters Mark Williams and Bryan Cross arrived aboard Medic 24 six minutes after the first report of shots fired and took their stretcher and other equipment through the patio door.

    "People were still leaving," Williams said. "Some were screaming, some seemed to be in shock, with blank stares on their faces."

    Schoch directed Williams and Coss to Dimebag's body. They found Reece, the Columbus nurse, performing CPR, and asked her to continue while they hooked up monitors and checked his condition.

    He was pronounced dead within minutes. "His heart activity had stopped," Williams said.

    Williams and Coss then moved to the small dressing room, stepping over Gale's body to reach Bray. He was alive, with a bullet wound to the chest, but died after they took him to Riverside.

    On stage, Tinnerman and two other firefighters from Worthington determined that Halk was dead.

    Nearby, Clinton Township Firefighters Chris Biasella and Kellie Ruetsch found Van Fossen and Wever performing CPR on Thompson.

    "Dude, we had a pulse right before you got here," Van Fossen told Biasella.

    With the help of police officers, they moved Thompson from stage onto a gurney. Van Fossen continued chest compressions until Thompson was loaded onto the Clinton Township rescue squad for the trip to Riverside, where he was pronounced dead.

    Paramedics found tour manager Paluska slumped against a vehicle in the parking lot, still conscious but with a serious chest wound. Brooks, the drum tech, wound up on the band's bus after fleeing the club.

    Both men were taken to Riverside, where they recovered from their injuries.

    Burnett was treated at the scene for a bullet that grazed his arm, but he declined transport.

    The remaining members of DAMAGEPLAN haven't spoken publicly since the attack. For many of the other people who witnessed the devastation of that night, the memories are unforgettable.

    Niggemeyer, in his only comment to The Dispatch, said he is dealing with the killing, "as good as can be expected."

    Alrosa manager Rick Cautela remembers his last view of Dimebag's brother, Vinnie Paul, who took refuge in the club's front bar.

    "He was wrapped in a blanket, and he was clutching Dimebag's guitar."

    Justin Caudill, of Mansfield, a fan who tried unsuccessfully to pull Dimebag off the stage, cried off and on for a week after the shootings.

    "I'm a 28-year-old metalhead covered with tattoos and this is killing me," he said at the time.

    "My life's changed, man. I'll move on from it, but it will never go away."

    Current Mood: fuckin' hostile
    Current Music: the art of shredding
    Tuesday, January 11th, 2005
    11:59 pm
    pH
    www.myspace.com/purpleheart

    booking: purpleheart1983@hotmail.com
    Friday, December 31st, 2004
    2:54 pm
    2004
    the boston red sox
    dimebag darrell
    purple heart
    pantera
    white horses
    pourtsmouth, nh
    stevie nicks
    dick lee
    grenade
    oct 1st
    pussy lead singers
    the hilton center
    shlitz tall
    hello/goodbye
    weight gain
    white chucks
    the red door
    t.j's
    flatbreed
    frye's landscapping
    w.n jenkins
    chris lassard
    pappi
    dope
    11.24.04
    stack
    nu metal g uinit gangsta music
    bob frye
    ernie frye
    doooooooood
    suppa
    papa
    hi mike
    hi josh
    1978 fender mustang
    messa boogie dual rec.
    grenade @ the elctric cave
    ph on myspace
    that was a joke
    see above
    kim
    also a joke
    yankees v. red sox
    the 2004 baseball season
    oakland athletics
    you can go your own way
    no nhl
    patriots
    stealers\
    green bay
    brett varverea
    BLITZ
    brian kerr
    baptiste
    manerio
    barrett
    donuhue
    kerr
    nose job
    dinger
    shunt dunt
    pizza cunt
    pizza stunt
    shunt dunt blowner stunt
    shred
    vinnie-gotta minish the bahgdad
    wigger
    emo homo
    microphone
    some girls
    daughters
    cbgbs
    nyc
    oct 31
    matt frye
    jess howard
    laura howard
    gateway
    seattle
    fake seabrooke
    edge games
    fleetwood mac
    hardcore=brutal breakdowns
    =yeah right
    AN
    give up your hair
    give up your band
    give up your hand
    god bless wes
    wes is a mess
    Thursday, November 25th, 2004
    4:25 pm
    curtain falls.exit stage left.
    11/20
    white horses.
    purple heart.
    pourtsmouth, nh.

    11/24
    oest.
    carthage.
    purple heart.
    amesbury, ma.

    good shit.

    Current Mood: winner
    Tuesday, November 16th, 2004
    10:24 pm
    oral sex
    make friends the purple heart way: fuck em'

    Current Mood: estranged
    Tuesday, November 9th, 2004
    5:42 pm
    its worth a laugh
    eightteentons: whats up w/ the show

    McSlapps: we are playing
    McSlapps: there was a big controversy last night online

    eightteentons: when
    eightteentons: about what
    eightteentons: did it invlove grenade


    McSlapps: suposedly grenade are crack smoking coke heads and we get kicked out of every place we play

    McSlapps: those are the rumors

    McSlapps: and soo i told them that shit was bullshit and someone that doesnt like us probably started that

    McSlapps: and i was givin them shit and they got scared or somthing i dont know and now we can play



    McSlapps: they want us to play last

    eightteentons: what the fuck
    eightteentons: thats incredable

    McSlapps: hahaha

    Current Mood: accomplished
    Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004
    6:01 pm
    bush wins, we loose
    four more years in prison.
    i need to get out of this town.
    funeral for america.
    Monday, November 1st, 2004
    5:42 pm
    are you kidding me?
    weekend notes.

    friday;
    no work
    sketch heads
    burn run
    pourtsmouth
    t.j's
    red door
    dikster
    carolina

    saturday:
    pourtsmouth
    boston
    queens ny
    nyc
    the howard sisters
    matt/bob frye
    dave narrvaro
    yankees suck
    flashdance
    brittney spears
    neptunes
    cbgbs
    fights
    dramtics

    sunday:
    burnout
    set up
    pre blown
    greyhound
    5 hours in hell
    subway
    southstation
    haverhill
    tireplyer
    cop scene
    shit scene

    monday;
    bob frye
    ron white
    sell out
    Friday, October 29th, 2004
    12:58 pm
    all i ever wanted was to be on the winning team
    i lost hope for the sox when the dumped grenwell,boggs,and clemins. i still loved them but i was pissed how they treated those guys and the conditions on why the left.

    years later i watched and was let down when the came so close but not any further than the yankees (or alcs games)

    last year was hard. i didnt agree with some of the descions the red sox made, but oh well...i wasnt the manager. and that was last year.

    this year in red sox nation was unbelievable. up and downs, 10 game winning streak, schilling 21 wins, damon, THE IDIOTS, a-rod/arryao fight, manny, ortiz, NOMAR, sweep the angles,....the list goes on.

    we came back from being down 0-3 to the yanks and took the american league pennet....then we swept the cardinals- the best team in the majors. the team picked to finish third had the best record in the leauge and lost to the BOSTON RED SOX.

    thank you; nick regan,grindrod, jenkins, dick lee for watching the games, talking shop, playing cathc, moral support.

    special thanks to dick lee- we played alot of phone tags between the yankee games and the cardinals.

    BOSTON RED SOX-thank you for a good season. i cant wait till next year.

    ps- who do you think the sox will resign this year?

    Current Mood: ecstatic
    Monday, October 25th, 2004
    12:15 am
    smoked out
    1 978 465 8784.
    my computer is down. if you want to get lit or match, call me after 5pm.

    two things i love.

    the boston red sox
    GIRLS


    oh and purple heart
    Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
    1:05 pm
    the boston red sox
    the only thing people should be concerned about is the red sox killing the yankees. look how far we have made it. the yankees are locked in. one more win and its over for the sox. we need two to win. two wins and WE go to the world series.

    WORLD SERIES- i just wanted to say that agin, in case you missed it.

    oh and...despite that lame show oct 1st when all the cowards tried to stop us and put us down- WE ARE STILL ALIVE.we are still the killing machine(s) that we set out to be, so dont get in our way. ALL the bands iam are about to record. so FUCK YOU and your lame ass, weak, gangsta/thugged out/hip hop hardcore.

    NERDS!
    Monday, October 11th, 2004
    11:29 pm
    couch back.
    everyday...all day...all year.

    Current Mood: depressed
    Thursday, October 7th, 2004
    5:47 pm
    grenade style
    i learned something this week. if you are a lead singer in a band, AND losing your hair then your band suX X X.

    Current Mood: wiggin' out
    Friday, October 1st, 2004
    1:41 am
    bucket
    GRENADE
    carthage
    this means war
    amongst thieves

    live @
    the hilton senior center.
    be there or be somewhere else!
    Monday, September 27th, 2004
    6:20 pm
    think negative
    SUPPORT HATE MUSIC!

    GRENADE & other dumb shit

    friday night. oct 1st. @ the hilton senior center. 37 lafayette road. sailsbury, ma.
    7pm. 5 bucks

    come, support us, make fun of the other bands, drink and smoke.

    fuck.you.cunt
    Monday, September 20th, 2004
    8:52 pm
    seattle
    you can go your own way.
    Sunday, September 5th, 2004
    12:03 pm
    guy in the sky club.
    theo madison

    8.18.92 - 9.5.03
    i miss you.i love you.
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