

During the late 80s and early 90s there were few ways that metalheads and rock fiends were able to get intimate with their favorite bands. A time before the internet, a time before satellite radio; there were no ipods, no podcasts, in fact, compact discs were the NEW form of media. During that time, the name Lonn Friend stood for rock and roll. He was a beacon for all that was metal. As the executive editor of the rock magazine RIP, Lonn’s face and easy going demeanor were inviting and relatable. With his personality and raw, unprocessed passion for the music, he worked his way into the inner most sanctums of rock n’ roll - VIP access on world tours, tour bus invitations, exclusive interviews with bands who trusted no one else, he had it all. Some of the bands that he befriended during this time have gone on to become legends in the industry. (Guns N Roses, Metallica, Bon Jovi, Motley Crue). After RIP he worked at ARISTA Records and soon learned the corporate, reckless and emotionally bankrupt ways of the music industry.
Over a decade later, Lonn has released a book chronicling some of his most personal experiences with the bands that we as fan only see from the other side of the glass. “Life on Planet Rock” will transport you back to a time where rock n’ roll and metal were known for its excesses...drugs, sex, attitude. There are very few people who could write a book like this with such honesty and relay such true emotion. Each chapter brings you on a new road trip, teaching you a little more about the bands you loved to love or loved to hate, either way, they made you feel something.
Thanks to Lonn for writing this homage to a era in music that will live on in my heart forever.
Interviewed by: Mary Ouellette | August 2006
I never intended to be a rock journalist or even a writer. It just happened, the cosmic alignment of being a fan and in the right place at the right time, time and time again. In fact, nothing about my professional journey has been premeditated, which is probably why it unfolded the way it did, the peaks AND the valleys. I wanted Planet Rock to reveal that MUSIC has been a part of my life since I was seven years old, since The Beatles appeared. I wasn’t blessed with the talent to play an instrument so the Universe offered another skill set with which to channel the connection. I think that’s why I’ve felt so close the crowds, especially through the RIP years. They took me in and I did my best to report to them what crazy things I was seeing while bouncing around behind the high volume curtain.
The My Space blog is has become the organic home for my modern ruminations on life, death, culture, rock, roll and everything in between. It’s the same kind of stream of conscious journal writing I was doing at the turn of the millennium and sending out to my global mailing list. Many of those musings, which I called Breath of Fire (the rapid, abdominal breathing method utilized in Kundalini Yoga), were the early compost of what eventually became more formative narratives or chapters in the book. For example, The Who, Aerosmith and Beatles chapters were originally BOFs, but the composition and revision process that ultimately birthed Planet Rock sent these unstructured missives through significant changes. As far the B sides of my book, I have about 16 chapters in various stages of development that could become a sequel. Planet Rock: Book Two, Random Journeys, more eclectic, free form, anecdotal, less a memoir. A man can only purge one memoir. Thank Heaven!
Two nights ago, I was sitting with Doc McGhee and a bunch of folks and ended up doing an impromptu reading of the KISS chapter, which was quite surreal since I’ve known Doc for 18 years and he’s known KISS and Gene for a dozen. Believe me, Doc has more stories about Gene Simmons than anyone alive so my humble recollections don’t hold a candle, but there were moments during the reading where his smile went wide, like he ‘knew’ I was hitting a nerve. A couple people have asked me if I’ve watched the Simmons Family Jewels show on A&E. I haven’t but am a bit curious about this latest Simmons media manifestation because I’ve heard it looks ‘truthful.’ Of course, we know how much manipulation is inherent in reality programming so therein lies the rub. Is he acting for the cameras or being himself? Perhaps a bit of both, huh?
Rock A Mile with Lonn Friend, a piece of which you can find on You Tube or on my myspace page, was a self produced demo I did back in the spring of 2001 when I desperately searching for a new outlet with which to connect fans to their heroes. It reflected my access, relationship and perspective on what it’s like to be inside, really inside, with a huge rock group that also happen to be old mates. The 24 minute reel made its way to the the upper crust of VH1 but was never green lighted for a show. It’s hung around and been viewed by industry folk but until I cut it up and placed the clip online last month, no true BJ fans had ever seen the footage. I don’t know if the entire demo will ever be processed for viewing online but you never know.
The groups selling out arenas and stadiums in 2006 are the ones who’ve been touring since the 70s and 80s. Or in the case of the immortal, ineffable Rolling Stones, the 60s! Delivering it live is the lifeblood of a career. Radio and hits are so problematic but fans will come back again and again, tour after tour, if the bands they love continue to knock them on their collective asses. My friend Kevin Cronin from REO Speedwagon has a great line at the end of some gigs. “You keep comin’, and we’ll keep rockin’.” There it is in a nutshell. The new groups struggling for a piece of the marketplace pie are doing it new school, through this medium, the amazing, unifying Internet, because the music industry has morphed into a grand banking exercise where only a few acts with the big promotional dollars behind them get a chance at widespread success. I love this independent time. It’s creative and honest. The next Pearl Jam , Rob Zombie or Journey will probably be born out of MySpace rather than the giant label machine.
I rambled into this briefly in the previous question but I would like to address the insightful query at the outset which asks if I could go back, what would I do? This is where I fall upon my spiritual teachings of the past several years, the journey that began when Clive Davis sent me back into the raging waters of life without a paddle in January 1998 at the close of my Arista contract. The intuitive author, Carolyn Myss wrote in Anatomy of the Spirit, “You cannot make a wrong decision. It’s impossible.” This postulates of course that everything we do in our life holds a lesson and that our failures are as important to the development of the self and soul as our successes. Perhaps MORE so. You’ve no reference for how bright the light is until you’ve traversed the shadow lands. Yeah, I’ve gotten a bit metal physical in my old age, I had to. Everything fell apart. If I look back with regret, I’m holding onto the past and that’s not good. If The Bogmen became platinum stars at Arista, who knows? Maybe they’d all become assholes or drug addicted egomaniacs corrupted by fame and fortune, instead of the beautiful bunch of fiercely independent artists and entrepreneurs that I still call friends to this day. Everything happens the way it happens.
People have interpreted the Bon Jovi QVC anecdote different ways. Am I taking a shot at the superstar who screwed me? No, not at all. It really wasn’t about the thousand bucks. It was about my perception of an event, an action, a moment during a time in my professional career where I’d lost confidence in myself and was looking for affirmation, love, support and yes, sustenance from my so called millionaire buddies. That chapter went through many, many changes but in the end, it’s about two things: self empowerment and the quality of friendship. Snake from Skid Row, one my truest, oldest and dearest friends in the rock world, grew up with Jon and knows him as well as anyone. He loved the Bon Jovi chapter. Told me it was perfect and that Jon would see all sides of the story I was trying to tell. The superstar ego is a fragile beast. Because I’ve struggled financially the last few years, I sometimes see the mountains of money these artists are raking in and say, ‘how much do they need?’ But that’s judgmental and flawed. We have to dig down and assess our own sense of abundance, rock star, rock scribe, rock fan. Would I love it if Jon Bon Jovi or Richie Sambora sent me a check for fifty grand as part of the Lonn Friend Mid Life Relief Fund? SURE! I’ve no clue where my next dime is coming. I want to tour my book, and need capital for that. But I also know I’ll be taken care of, always have, always will be, and that THEY, the successful groups with whom I’ve broke bread and devoted words for so long, owe me NOTHING. Like Tommy Lee would say, ‘it’s all love.’
I met the editor of Revolver recently and told him how fine a job I thought he was doing with his magazine, that it reminded me in graphic design and editorial attitude of RIP. He made a kind comment, something about how inspirational my former publication was to him. That made me feel good. No matter what kind of imaging, marketing or state of the new media art bells and whistle trickery comes along, PRINT is still a vital tool in the world of artist development. Holding a piece of pulp in your hand remains significant. Magazines may be a dying breed but like vinyl, they’re precious and important. New media rules the world, yes, but if I’m a band just starting out, I’m still going to dream of the day when I see my picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone. As far as running the show again, I don’t think I have the constitution for the corporate world anymore in any context. I try to live my life now without drama, write about whom and what inspire me. There is no means to the end save self expression and connecting the fan to the music, which by doing so, connects him or her to a higher place. Planet Rock is in flames. Mankind has fucked it up, big time. If I can throw a few drops of water on the blaze via some conscious composition, I’m doing my job.
Funny you should ask that because in a way, I am working on a kind of a RIP party event, but this time, it’s a Lonn fund raiser. I’m talking to the groups with whom I have the most history. Most of them are even bigger and more impossible to broach about anything personal or philanthropic. It’s really all about the cash these days, and there’s so much of it. I have to respect that and understand if so and so can’t do an hour set gratis for the former editor of RIP because it doesn’t work for their specific agenda. But I’m getting some warm response and who knows, Hollywood might rock loud and hard again in a few weeks, old school with new vibrations. Stay tuned and keep those cards and letters coming in!
I addressed this in a somewhat tongue and cheek blog a few weeks ago. It’s all about forgiveness, simple as that. (Read Lonn’s blog about Mel here.)
Sebastian Bach and I hung out last month in L.A. one night and he couldn’t stop talking about his time in Europe with Axl and the new GN’R performance monster. “Dude, Axl’s on fire!” chimed the eternal youth gone wild. I wish I was out there with them. These are the two guys who sang ‘Amazing Grace’ in my kitchen on my birthday back in 1990! I’m all about resurrection and believe anything in heaven, earth or rock n’ roll is possible if it emanates from good intention. Hey, maybe I can get another GN’R/Metallica/Skid Row jam together like the RIP party of ‘90. “And if I told you wolverines made good house pets, would you believe me?” Del Griffith, Del James, everything is connected. Chinese Democracy WILL come before there is democracy in China.
I saw the boys tear it up at the Roxy a few months back. I count Jerry Cantrell as an old friend and praise his strength and vision. Alice in Chains deserves to be heard and felt live again. I dug the new singer. If it’s not forced and the configuration works, a group can come back in new configuration. It’s all about the music.
Scott Ian invited me down to the SuperGroup house because I was living in Las Vegas at the time and he wanted to get together. I did a half hour interview and told stories about every member of the band but none of it made the cut. Before my book hit stores in July, Scott and I hosted Planet Rock chapter readings/SuperGroup viewings at the House of Blues Foundation Room on Sunday night. I invited MySpacers and anyone who wanted to come down. It was a lot of fun. I’ve never seen SuperNova. I can’t stomach the ‘talent show’ American Idolization of artistry. Sing and dance for thirty seconds and decide my fate. It’s postured and lame. But I’m about reinvention and if this is helping get Jason Newsted back in the fold, God bless everyone involved.
I never saw the Who with Keith Moon or Led Zeppelin. And just missed Peter Gabriel with Genesis back in ‘74 (it’s in the book). But I hear rumors of a reunion on that front. get me a laminate for that tour and I’ll write ya from the road…
*All photos obtained from Lonn’s MySpace profile
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