Eddie was Dimebag’s idol and when they finally met, they literally fangirled over each other. They made plans to collaborate in the near future, with Eddie promising Dime to help him make his very own black and yellow guitar, just like the one Eddie made for himself Eddie said no. He had such good memories of meeting Darryl that one single time, that joe he wanted to remember him. Not laying in a coffin.
Edward Van was like nobody else. He was just a rock star. He was an avant-garde composer, a good-time Californian hippie surfer, a drunken groupie-consuming jet-setter, and a party-down three-chord hard rocker, all in June. I always felt like there was a mind-blowing instrumental solo album waiting to come out of him, but it never happened.
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