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Vegas, Baby!

Picked up by Billy and Jen this morning we met up with Chris and Donovan from Camp Freddy at Burbank airport before being hurriedly rushed into the plane (where we scan the terrifying spectacle of fires tearing across LA, amid billowing plumes of white and red smoke, as the plane flies almost above), business class, natch. Camp Freddy don’t do things small. This operation makes my biggest shows look like pub gigs, hell they make everyone’s shows look like pub gigs.

Straight into the rooms (VIP natch, this one I’m sitting in is fucking huge) and then down to soundcheck, in this cavernous, 4000 seater venue, where I find myself singing You Really Got Me with John 5 and Surrender with Corey Taylor and Mark McGrath singing backing harmonies, while Dave Navarro shows me their new arrangement of the track. Duff McKagan is here, as is Matt Sorum (watching them play It’s So Easy brings a shiver to the skin), and then Steve Stevens and Corey Taylor join the CF circus for an astounding rendition of Rebel Yell. Corey really has the best pipes in the business, no doubt about it.

Just ate the best catering I’ve ever eaten in the dressing room, and I’m now waiting for the meet and greet, where Ozzy and family will be present.

It’s a surreal day, and one that I thought I should share with you.

Vegas is a place that Camp Freddy were formed to play. Their ultra-pro, huge production sits at ease with the larger than life attitude that this place is famous for. No one acts like stars in this outfit, more like a mutual appreciation society that get to hang out and play their favourite songs with each other.

Tonight I will play Anarchy In The UK, with Steve Jones.

This could be the most wonderful live experience of my life.

I’ll let you know how it went.

Vegas, baby. First class. Life is sweet.