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Wednesday, June 07, 2006

The Book of Tone Part 2

Some more Tone Fun Facts:

If you call Tone’s cell phone and get the voice mail… it has a woman’s voice that says “Wait for the TONE”… and you start wondering if you’re supposed to leave a message or wait for him to pick up.

There is one rule that cannot be broken around Tone… you never, EVER turn off a KISS song.

Tone owns a copy of the Vampirella movie. He says it’s really bad… but he still owns it.

A quote from Tone about living in Los Angeles: “It’s really great because there is a gay bar right on the corner and with the bar closing at 2:00, you always catch these guys in the street making out and doing all sorts of crazy shit in the alley as you drive down the street to get home.”

Tone once had a meeting in Hollywood with Warrick Davis.

By his own admission, Tone is the oldest artist to ever be nominated for the Russ Manning award (for most promising newcomer).

Tone was once jabbed in the arm with a pencil by Red Star artist/creator Christian Gossett.

Tone once considered naming his penis ‘Mr. Giggles’. (I have the interview tape to prove it)

At least once in every conversation I have had with him, Tone has said: “cool cool”.

Tone stood in line the other day to get the autograph of Wrestling’s Roddy Piper.

Tone has the ability to know exactly when he has embarrassed someone, and then moves in for the kill. He does this to my wife constantly.

And an excerpt from last year Road to Dallas write up:
The rest of the evening went by uneventfully as we cranked Hair Nation on the satellite. Nothing like Poison, Kiss and Warrant to get you through the night. We were well into Texas when the sun began to rise. Tone was behind the wheel and moving the Behemoth at a quick pace. I could see the sun rising through my passenger side window, streaks of yellow and orange burning off the morning haze. As the road dipped down it made a hard right and then shot back up. A semi in front of us hit the top of the hill and locked up his brakes, the trailer dragging side to side as the driver struggled to get control. Tone looked at me and said, “This isn’t good.” I grabbed the ‘oh-shit’ bar just as we reached the top of the hill… what I saw was like nothing else I had every seen. The sun appeared before us as if it sat on the highway just a few miles ahead. It seemed large enough to swallow the Behemoth whole and gave off a level of brightness that no man was ever meant to gaze upon. I could smell my retinas beginning to burn as Tone hit his brakes to slow down. The visors were useless and I scrambled for my Ray-bans but they must have fallen between the seats. Tone used the ridges on the far side of the road to guide him, the rumbling sound being our only salvation. We could hear a series of screeches behind us as other drivers reached the top of the hill. A moment or two passed and our eyes adjusted… but they will never be the same again.

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