Death Punch'd: Surviving Five Finger Death Punch's Metal Mayhem by Jeremy Spencer

Author:Jeremy Spencer [Spencer, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Music, Non-Fiction, Biography
ISBN: 9780062308115
Google: -_FzAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: 0062308114
Barnesnoble: 0062308114
Goodreads: 20483093
Publisher: Harper Collins
Published: 2014-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

The one thing that made the tour bearable was having Bobby to pal around with. He was such a buzz saw of energy, and between the two of us, we were always creating havoc. There was no way to know what he’d do next. He loved being able to hang in our camp; however, his hang time was often cut short because he just couldn’t curb his smart-ass mouth and attitude. I can’t say I blame him. We had to be one of the worst bands of all time to work for, and he had to endure a lot. Everyone was a complaining asshole with no regard for others. That disregard soon extended to Rockshow, and it was obvious I wasn’t going to be able to protect him or his job.

Death Punch was now at a level where I needed someone who was a competent technician. Though it was never anything major, Bobby occasionally fucked up as my tech. Add to that the band’s constant irritation with some of his pranks and my burnout factor, and I knew a change was imminent.

This was going to be tough, because he and I were simpatico. I’d needed his humor to survive the hours of mind-numbing boredom that is touring. Still, I wanted to try a new direction and also force Bobby to follow his dream of being an actor. Rotting away as a tech was no place for someone with his talent, so we fired him. The way it went down was typical Bobby.

He’d recently purchased some fake mustaches and was all decked out in a stupid outfit when we pulled him off the bus to tell him. Seeing him in that ridiculous getup, it made having to fire him seem even more pathetic. He was crushed and so was I. He looked at me as if to say, “And you’re okay with this . . . ?” The decision had been made, and I couldn’t reverse the call even if I’d wanted to. We let him go in his hometown of Chicago. It was a sad farewell.

At the next venue, our new tech, Joel, joined us. He appeared to be a really nice guy, the perfect Band-Aid to cover the pain of losing a friend. A Christian and a virgin, the poster boy for teen abstinence groups, he had no idea what kind of minefield he had walked into. Fortunately, he proved to be a great sport about everything—which just proves that being naïve and clueless might be the best way to survive being surrounded by a bunch of assholes.

Joel didn’t have time to get acclimated. He had to hit the floor running. I’d gotten a new rack at the beginning of the tour, and Bobby had set it up from day one. Together Joel and I started the long process of assembling my drum kit and the complicated rack. I was clueless and he seemed equally perplexed, but we finally figured it out. I could tell Joel was more technically skilled than Bobby, but it wasn’t going to be the same without Rockshow.

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