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We were born exactly two weeks apart, in '64.

R.I.P. Jeff

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"You have the option to drill additional holes in the label,
causing the record to rotate off the side of the turntable"

Wiki picked a great shot from 2007 as the main photo.

That DK sticker was fucking iconic.

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"You have the option to drill additional holes in the label,
causing the record to rotate off the side of the turntable"

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Fucking Hell

R.I.P. Jeff,there will be more mates up there than on earth

Michael \m/ \m/ \m/

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serious Q&A

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Listening to SLayer Rain in Blood right now.

Life sucks sometimes

R.I.P.

Hail Slayer

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Suckage to the nth degree. Blasting SLAYER when I can here at work. My poor interns, hahahahaha.

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My once 100% healthy mom also had a liver failure that put her hours away from dying; but luckily a liver donor appeared and now she's doing fine.

A 25 y/o friend of mine (who built my guitar amp) wasn't so lucky and rejected the transplant.

Liver failure is a horrible thing for sure... it's like you go turning off slowly, organ by organ.

R.I.P. Mr. Hanneman

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Here is another vid I stole from the Combat Revenge '85 show with Venom and Exodus, backstage interview/antics

This beer sucks, but it's free!

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Machine Head’s Robb Flynn shared this amazing tribute via the band’s website last night:

Still can’t believe that Jeff Hanneman from Slayer is dead, things like that just don’t happen. Thrashers don’t die??!! WTF!!??

I’m not going to sit here and say how him and I were best buds or something, we definitely weren’t, I’d barely call us acquaintances, I did 8 tours and over 120 shows with the dude and honestly, I never really got to “know him”. I was always closer with Kerry. Jeff was super quiet, really kept to himself, would get rowdy when he was drunk, but was a bit aloof, and seemed annoyed at the people partying around him despite the fact that he himself would be getting hammered.

I can remember some good hangs with him though. The first was in Basel, Switzerland back in November, 1994 when Machine Head was main support to Slayer on the Divine Intervention tour. It was one of those shows were something so random happens it just never leaves you, in this case, the show was sponsored by Chesterfield cigarettes and every kid entering the show got 2 free packs of smokes. I’ve never seen so much smoke in a venue in my life. I remember walking onstage and yelling at our roadie / everything-guy Mike Scum, “DUDE, turn off the fuckin’ smoke machine”, he said “YOOOOO, it’s not the smoke machine bro, it’s the cigarettes!” It was damn near impossible to breath onstage. After the show we were hanging backstage and Jeff walked back, we started bitching about the crazy cigarette show, and he invited me back to the dressing room to grab a beer, we sat down and chatted for a while, and then I went all Slayer-nerd on him and started grilling him on what songs he wrote.

Me: “Who wrote Angel Of Death?”
Jeff: “I did”
Me: “Lyrics too?”
Jeff: “Yep”
Me: “Reign In Blood?”
Jeff: “Me”
Me: “Dead Skin Mask?”
Jeff: “Yep”
Me: “South Of Heaven?”
Jeff: “Me”
Me: “Black Magic?”
Jeff: “You know it”
Me: “Hell Awaits?”
Jeff: “Yep”

On and on it went, that man wrote both the music and lyrics to a large goddamn portion of my favorite Slayer songs. He was a huge influence on my songwriting growing up in particular with arrangements and the bold use of key changes. The one thing Slayer band always had over so many other bands is they were all over the guitar neck when it came to key changes. Leads would be in some of the most random keys ever, but somehow it made it all that much more frantic, and when the chorus kicked back in, BOOM! CRUSHING! Set up perfectly. He was one of the few metal heads I met who never really got into Pantera, he told me he “liked some stuff”, but thought they we’re “too bluesy at times”, and that he “liked more evil notes or sad riffs”

Another good memory was sharing a tour bus on the August 2001 Korean / Japan / Australia tour, it was all fly-dates and hotels, we were sharing crew, tour manager and manager, so we all rode on the bus together to and from the airport to the hotel every day. Sometimes the rides were an hour or two, so you’d just all BS and hang. One time a kid in Australia bum-rushed the bus while we were all sitting in it, hammered after partying one night. He was desperate for autographs and came on the bus screaming (what else?) “SLAAAAAAAAAYYYYYEEEEERRRR!!!” He then saw me and went all, “Oh shit, Robb Flynn, mate I fuckin’ LOVE Machine Head, but it’s fuckin’ SLAAAAAAAYYYYYYYEEEERRRRR”, I looked the fucker right in the eye and slurred, “Oh just FUCK RIGHT OFF!!” Hanneman fell out dying, he laughed for 10 minutes straight, cracked him up, that slightly feminine high pitched giggle that he always did.

Dude backed me when Kerry King and I were beefin’ all that time long ago, he would come up to me at festivals and would talk, just be normal. He even backed me in Decibel magazine when they asked him about the beef, saying “Robb is a good dude”, and that “Kerry was like the girlfriend of the band, always beefin’ with someone”. I got a good laugh outta that.

The last memory I’ll share is from the American leg of the Divine Intervention tour in March 1995. It was Slayer band, Biohazard supporting, and Machine Head opening. We were playing the International Ballroom in Atlanta, Georgia. He had been sitting out some of the new songs from “Divine”, which was odd to me. We were hanging out in their dressing room before the show, just him and I, and I mustered up the nerve to ask him what the deal with it was. At first he joked that he just “didn’t feel like learning them, didn’t like ‘em, Kerry wrote them”, he was chuckling, and then he stopped. He looked down and got serious. He said he’d been having a lot of pain in his wrists, his hands and wrists were going numb all the time, and would go numb during those songs because they were really fast, then he started to cry. It was a startling confession. I offered some awkward feel-good comment, but he just continued to cry, and I decided to sit there in the silence with him for a minute. He gave me a hug, and said “Whoa!”, and laughed, walked out toward the stage, turned back and said “thanks dude”.

It was an intense moment, one of those rare, intense moments you have with someone, let alone with someone from another band.

It made me really respect the dude.

That’s the Jeff I’m gonna remember.

To Kerry, Tom, Dave, Paul, Rick Sales Mgmt and Jeff’s family, my sincere condolences.

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Aggressive speed metal?

Jeff is a riot. As are all of them...

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Very sad, to hear about Jeff Hanneman from Slayer, and his passing at such a young age starting from that bizarre infection from that spider bite. Over the years I ran into Jeff in one capacity or another at their shows, but the two experiences that stick with me the most are both funny and weird. If you will indulge me. The first was in '86 at the old Grahm Central Station when they came back to tour after canceling their first show with Exciter and Megadeth. Of course I got there early and went to the back of the venue, only to see the band at the time still messing with their own gear, and Jeff looks up and I have my Megadeth t-shirt on, and he yells out in front of a crowd "Megadeth Sucks!" It embarrassed me at first, especially because I was a skinny short haired kid in front of a bunch of heathen metal heads , but then we all laughed it off...The second crazy memory was a little less awkward but still strange. I can't remember the year they did the two shows at the Sunshine. I was working as a loader that weekend... on the first night they played I was loading them in and the drum tech threw all of Dave Lombardo's heads away, and I asked if I could have them and he said yes. So I took them all home and saved one small tom to try to get them to autograph it to give it away on my old tv show. So I run into Tom Araya he signs it, then I run into Kerry King he signs it , then finally I run into Dave Lombardo and he signs it. After that the whole day and night I search for Jeff Hanneman, only to never see him. Needless to say I was disappointed. So I'm walking with this drum head all day long trying to figure out where to put it. I did not want to leave it in my truck because they just broke into it earlier that morning and I had a broken window. I also wasn't going home for a long time because of parking etc., you know how downtown can be... So I get this crazy idea and stash it in a bush, it totally just looked like trash, and I knew no one would know what it was..follow me here this does get better. After the show Joe Anderson the promoter of the show and my friend, runs into me. Tear down is not until the next night so all work was done, he was happy because the show went well and asked me if I wanted a drink, of course I say yes and we go to Knockouts and have a few, on the way I go to the bush and get my drum head, he looks at me with surprise and just laughs and is astonished that I left it there. While at Knockouts I'm pretty lit up so much so, I threw up a little on a couch they used to have in there, and I tell him and whoever else that was there with us that I was leaving, staggering on the way out, across the street was Brewsters, and guess who I see staggering out as ripped as me, Jeff Hanneman I run across the street and get my fourth autograph!!! Both of us were so lit up it was hilarious... we talked and for awhile can't remember bout what, but that was a good time, LOL!
War Jeff Hanneman I will miss him when he criss-crossing Kerry King on stage my man, one of the originals! RIP! I know this was a little long and not everyone would read it but I just had to share, as SLAYER is one of the Best, and certainly one of my all time favorites! OH yea I kept the drum head that sucker is mine! and slept in my truck! Long live Slayer and Jeff Hanneman!!!

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