Hello, my name is JD DeServio from Black Label Society and Cycle of Pain, and I'm an addict --a sports addict!

I've always been way into sports and my teams (New York Rangers, New York Giants, New York Mets, New York Knicks). Read more...

photo by Alex Solca

Cannibal Corpse bassist and songwriter Alex Webster has obviously heard tons of comparisons between his band and other death metal acts, including ex-vocalist Chris Barnes' group Six Feet Under and vocalist George "Corpsegrinder" Fisher's former band Monstrosity. He has probably also taken part in at least a few heated conversations about which musicians are better than other musicians. In his first guest entry for HeadbangersBlog.com, Webster addresses why metal fans feel inclined to rank their favorites and why he has determined that such discussions are completely irrelevant.

As long as I've been a fan of music, I've always heard arguments about which band is the best, which musician is the best and so on. When I was young, these arguments would be among friends or maybe presented in a magazine by a writer, and of course now you can find them all over the internet. It's pretty hard not to run into a "who's the best" type argument on any music website that has a forum or allows comments. Read more...

When you pose for publicity photos like tongue-in-cheek metal band Psychostick in the above shot, maybe sex, drugs and fame aren't really an option. But that seems to be just fine with guitarist Josh Key, who titles his HeadbangersBlog.com guest entry, "Screw the Sex, Drugs and Fame... We Tour for Food." Click "more" to read what the dude's got on his plate. Read more...

The debut album by Los Angeles industrial rock album, The Bull, which features a recontextualized cover of Danzig's "Mother," came out on Tuesday, and that's reason enough for us to invite the band's frontman Stacey Quinealty to write us a guest blog.

Considering the unchained, hedonistic vibe of the album, we expected something about rocking, partying and getting arrested. Instead, Quinealty checked in with a thoughtful essay about the struggle between man and machine that grows worse with the advancement of technology. Click "more" to read the guest blog and stream the full album. Read more...

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...

We grew up near Washington, D.C. and in our youth, a Sunday didn't pass during football season without us flipping on the TV to see how the Washington Redskins were faring against whoever they were playing that week. Those were the glory days of quarterback Joe Theismann (before Lawrence Taylor turned his leg into the handle of a manual pencil sharpener), superstar receiver Art Monk and wild beast running back John Riggins, a time when the Skins were bound to make the playoffs every year and a prime candidate for the Superbowl. Good times, indeed.

Click "more" to find out how Pybus became a Redskins fan. Read more...

“Beer, the cause of and solution to all life’s problems.”

That quote is from one of the world’s most famous philosophers, Homer Simpson. And who better to take advice from? If I would’ve known this as a teenager, life would have been so much easier!

My relationship with booze is an odd one. In the throes of my youth, booze was what my mom drank before she would turn into the Wolfman and break my G.I. Joe stuff and howl at the world. She’s since worked all of that out and we get along fine. Love you mom!

As a post-Bar Mitzvah man without a clue (with that never-been-shaved dirty upper lip) at 14 in New York City in the '70s, my first forays into drinking were clumsy and strange. My friends and I would forage through our parent’s liquor/drug supplies and imbibe on the city bus at eight in the morning on the way to school. There would be crappy weed (although at the time, what did we know?) and some idiot would always bring cough medicine with codeine or a random pill. I stayed away from that stuff. I later found out that the pills were Quaaludes. The real Rorer 714 Ludes of legend. I never tried one because the guys that were taking pills were already known as the “burnouts.” 14-15 year-olds sleepwalking through junior high, listening to the Dead was way to mellow for me, man. Read more...

Usually, gas stops aren't the most exciting events for traveling musicians. However, that's not always the case, as Haste the Day bassist Michael Murphy can attest. Here, her explains what went down during a recent stop to fill up the van during the Solid State Tour.

I've been to two gas stations a day over seven years of touring. So, basically I've seen a lot of gas stations and even more crazy people. But this one gas station in Arizona was my favorite experience yet.

As usual, we all walked into the store looking like zombies, searching for energy drinks, hot dogs, and burritos. Gas station clerks always look at us funny, praying we didn't come to rob their store. I guess I would feel the same if eight crazy lookin' dudes in black hoodies bombarded my store. But we weren't the culprits.

As we were shopping around, we heard this extremely loud crinkling noise. We looked back and saw this drunk dude shoving bags of chips, cookies, and candy into his hoodie pockets. Read more...

We wont waste time filibustering. We'll just say if you're not down with Down, you suck. And if you don't want to see the band open for Metallica, you suck more. The new Down video for "N.O.D." will receive its on-air debut tonight on MTV2 at around 10 p.m. EST in celebration of the 20th anniversary of "Headbangers Ball." The video will also be included on the DVD of the upcoming deluxe reissue of the band's 2007 album Over the Under. If you need to see it now, click "more". But first, check out our new guest blog from singer Philip Anselmo. Read more...

Note to militant feminists: Before you get all irate and let your fingers do the talking (especially those extended middle ones) read the rest of the post. We're sure you'll find that our headline perfectly describes the content of the following guest blog in a way that shouldn't ruffle any feathers. As for animal lovers, direct your hatred towards the band, not us. We love all animals -- especially goats with big horns at the altar of... Um, anyway, here's the guest blog from Psyopus frontman Arpmandude.

Let me tell you about the environment I have been writing, demoing and rehearsing [our new material] in. It's an apartment my girlfriend and I got together in city of Rochester, [New York] a few months back. Along with her cute looks and piles of clothes surpassing the quota required to dress the entire content of Africa, my girlfriend brought along her two cats. One's name is Nightmare -- that fat-ass cat we've all seen at our aunt's house that gut drags itself on the floor, leaving a trail of black and white fur. The other cat 's name is Chief. (click more for the rest of the blog and a tasteless picture we couldn't place higher in the piece). Read more...