Listeners, be warned: Rabid rock star attacks are on the rise. One second you’re hiking in the wilderness, maybe enjoying some beef jerky, then all of sudden from the thick underbrush comes a rabid Steve Perry! Without mercy he mauls you, batting you across the pine needle covered forest floor. Maybe you get away with some minor scrapes and bruises once he rips the snack-filled backpack open and gorges on the trail mix within. Or maybe, after years out of the limelight, he craves something more from you, ripping the skull from your shoulders and placing it on a nearby stump so that he may have an unblinking, ever attentive audience rapt with every syllable he utters. If you see a rampaging rock star, don’t attempt to out run it. Simply pull your pants down, lay on your back and play “groupie.” With any luck, when he’s done with you, he’ll tell you to beat it and toss you a tour t-shirt for your trouble.

I’m compelled to give this warning because yet another rock fan was mauled by a rock star without provocation. Even-tempered, upstanding, God fearing, and don’t forget 100% sober, Gerald Schneeman was gently swaying back and forth and rhythmically clapping to the music at a recent Motley Crue show when out of no where- ROCK STAR ATTACK! Schneeman, who miraculously survived the attack, said via the lawsuit he’s filing against the band, its management and the promoter of the show, that was just standing there minding his own business near the front of the stage when he was struck in the head by a guitar which was soon followed by a band member. The suit doesn’t say which one, but assuming the guy knows the difference between a bass and a guitar, we can imagine it was Mick Mars. Schneeman was knocked to the ground. Soon after , security came over, beat the crap out of him and ejected him from the show. Schneeman attests he suffered bodily injury, scarring and disfigurement.

Clearly this is yet another case of rampaging rabid rock stars and not some dick bag getting too loaded before the show and running his mouth and throwing crap to the point that he gets his ass kicked by the band. 

There’s a reason why the Sex Pistols are as revered as they are: they never got a chance to suck. They had one record, albeit an extremely influential one, and then they self-destructed. That was it. There was no ill-advised disco album to tarnish the band’s name, there was no selling out to the corporate interests, there was no inevitable appearance on American Bandstand. One album, half a tour and gone. That is, until now. It looks like 30 years later, the Sex Pistols are writing new material. The good news is that there probably won’t be a new album, just some songs for people to ignore during concerts.  Paul Cook says, “We might not pull together an album, but hopefully there will be some new stuff in time for the summer.”