EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT FROM DAVE MUSTAINE’S AUTOBIOGRAPHY! PLUS, WIN A CHANCE TO MEET DAVE AND GET AN AUTOGRAPHED COPY OF THE BOOK!
Surely one of the most anticipated books in the history of heavy metal, Dave Mustaine’s Mustaine: A Heavy Metal Memoir was released by HarperCollins’s It Books imprint yesterday. And guess what? We’ve got an exclusive excerpt for you! And it’s a juicy one, too, involving a fight between Mustaine and his then-bandmates, James Hetfield and original Metallica bassist Ron McGovney. If you weren’t already dying to read the book, we suspect you will be now!
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The awesome, exclusive excerpt from Mustaine: A Heavy Metal Memoir is after the jump. Check it out, then enter the contest for your chance to hang with Dave Mustaine! Good luck!!!
The actual fight didn’t happen right there. They call it a hang fire, like when there’s an unexpected delay between the trigger of a gun being pulled and the actual discharge of the weapon. You know it’s coming, and there’s no stopping it. It’s just a matter of time. James and I alternately cursed at each other and refused to speak, until eventually we were both in Ron’s house, preparing to rehearse, and tensions boiled over. There was another round of accusations and insults, more cursing, more threats.
“You keep talking like that, I’m going to punch you in the mouth,” I said.
“Fuck off!”
In the middle of this exchange, Ron walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. He and James went way back, and despite the fact that James often treated him like shit, Ron instinctively defended his friend.
“You hit him, you’ll have to hit me first.”
“Shut up and sit the fuck down,” I said.
And then James jumped to Ron’s defense. “You touch him, you’re going to have to hit me first.”
Jesus, I thought, what is this, some kind of fucking game show?
I realized I would have to make a decision.
“Okay, you win,” I said, and with that I threw a right cross that landed flush against James’s face, turning his mouth into a pile of bloody Chiclets.
