Honey, it’s getting close to midnightAnd all the myths are still in townTrue love and lipstick on your linenBite the pillow, make no soundIf there’s some living to be doneBefore your life becomes your tombYou’d better know that I’m the oneUnchain your back doorInvite me around… For fuck’s sake, Bruce… Avoiding the prosaic introduction, let’s…
We want information. Information. INFORMATION! Who are you? The new Number Two Who is Number One? You are Number Six I am not a number, I am a free man! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA… You know, this is kind of embarrassing. To wit: Iron Maiden is my favorite New Wave of British Heavy Metal band, and my second…
The Sands of Time for Halloween have run low. And with those last few grains of October come the end of yet another year of Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs. And this makes us at Hokeyblog very, very sad. But it’s one been (pardon the overuse) one BUTTKICKIN’ year for us. We got to feature more songs…
Green is the cat’s eye that glows in this Temple Enter the risen Osiris – risen again… Iron Maiden’s fifth studio album Powerslave is widely regarded as one of their finest releases ever, if not THE finest. It’s definitely in my Top 3 (along with The Number of the Beast and Killers); I distinctly remember…
So ahh… yes. I’m on my way back from six fun-filled nights in sunny, beautiful, humidity-free Southern California. Naturally there will be a host of updates, reviews, recaps, pics, and the like to come over the next few days. Huzzah! In the meantime, here’s my annual tradition that absolutely nobody asked for: pictures from midflight,…
Well this one is a HUGE surprise, huh? I’ve made no attempt at obfuscating my love of Maiden. They’ve been my all-time favorite metal band since 1983, when I bought Piece of Mind on cassette and wore that sucker completely out. That’s all I needed. My brother had The Number of the Beast on vinyl…
To chart my hard rock/heavy metal development, I would have to start as a budding young KISS devotee as a child in the late 70s. In 1981 I discovered AC/DC, having pretty much worn out my dog-eared “Back In Black” cassette tape through massively repeated listens on any boombox I could get my hands on.…