MOVIN’ METAL

METAL is moving. Again. It’s just something we like to do every six months (or every three issues, whichever comes first), thanks to our bosses’ arbitrary faith in the predictions of Nostradamus. And, being the rockin’ mofos that we are, we at METAL know that we can always rely upon our famous pals to pitch in and lend a hand whenever we impulsively pack up and move clear across the country. Motorhead, for instance, allowed us to load up their tour bus with nigh on 20 years’ worth of classic CREEM back issues. Lemmy and the boys also offered some helpful, er, packing hits. Box of t-shirts, anyone?

Kingdom Come also offered vehicular support, lending us one of their refrigerated Ryder trucks to transport the handsome METAL editors’ private stock of Boy Howdy! beer. “Thanks, dudes,” say the thirsty Ed’s!

Despite the cruel and uncalled for tauntings he received in these pages from the now-deceased Triumvirate of Metal Wisdom, Ronnie James Dio magnanimously offered to provide individual crosscountry transportation for the editors of METAL—who politely declined when they learned that Ronnie had hired Rose A. Gordon, Stephen Pearcy’s mom and the editor of Rock Scene as chauffeurs.