Most of us in the Red Fang camp have been watching "Headbangers Ball" since Riki Rachtman had hair. In the ate '80s, the show was a metalhead's only reason to live. Just saying the name brings back memories of betamax tapes with labels like “DON'T ERASE! WASP, SCORPS, MAIDEN...” Remember when Adam Curry used to host it? He would be chillin' with Tabitha Soren one minute talking about Wham or some s--t, then the next minute he would throw on some tight pants and talk about Megadeth -- as if the pants made him metal. I'm 99 percent sure that no self respecting rocker ever thought, "Well, I didn't think he was a real rocker, but he did have tight pants on..."

Okay, enough reminiscing, let's get down to business. The one complaint I consistently hear from other bands on the the road is how hard eating good can be. This is something I have never understood. During all the years I have been on the road with Red Fang, eating has never been a problem. Sure, if you're one of those people that likes fancy places where you get to hold the menu, you might have trouble, but a well seasoned crew such as the Fang laugh in the face of such hoity-toityness. Truck stops, gas stations, corner markets and even the occasional grocery store (if someone found some money on the ground or somethin') are chock full of all the fuel needed to keep this well lubricated machine on the road.

Over the last few weeks on the road I have been compiling the be all, end all, definitive guide to eating right on the road. What you are about to read could change your life... You're welcome. Read more...