2e partie
By now the letters had been going out by Bud to the other band members like “your songs are a dime a dozen, maybe a nickel,” “this is awful, like Ali Baba’s 100 Arabian nights.” And this anger for Bud ended coming back at me. I didn’t want to have to deal with anyone anymore, and Bud was totally power drunk. His relationship with Mike Renault was on the rocks, and it wasn’t long until Mike left Bud’s firm. On this record Bud suggested making the song “Crush em” and that we use an outside songwriter that he manages named Brain Howe, the singer of Bad Company. He also tried getting me to write with the Country Music Songwriter of the year, some chick that I would have to move out to Nashville to work with for a few days or weeks.
Droogies, I did take a huge risk and that was why it was called “Risk,” because even though I felt this was going to be career suicide, Cryptic had done great at radio. I just hadn’t learned yet that radio doesn’t always translate into record sales, sales which you need to stay in business. It isn’t just about the record sales that keep you in business either. If it appears that you are not selling records, you will more often than not be put into a smaller venue, and so on. The noose gets tighter.
When Risk was done, I believed it was a great record, it just was not a Megadeth record. Marty has confessed that he and the management, and the A & R department of Capitol were the ones trying to make Megadeth alternative, and after all of the ‘internal terrorism’ that I mentioned in Vortex, I just started to give in to this fatal democratic leadership. I surrendered.
Once Risk came out and we watched the fans freak out that it was not Megadeth, I said “we need to make a metal record, yep we are going to make a metal record!” this is why I believe Marty quit.
Sure, he will tell you the songs were simple, or my lyrics were dark, or a hundred other reasons, but I think Marty was happy with the fact that Megadeth was trying to turn alternative; that was until Dann Huff stuck the knife in his back by not telling me that he had not told Marty that he had erased his solo and put a solo by me there instead.
Marty was visibly hurt, I was hurting for him, and I knew we were just on life support.
In comes Al Pitrelli after Marty has his nervous breakdown.
Meanwhile, Roy Lott, the president of Capitol Records made up a fake gold record award to give to me and I couldn’t even look at the cameras when they ask us to pose with them. This is because it said to “commemorate 500,000 sales worldwide” not in America. I purposed hung this record crooked in my office to remind me of who was working on this record.
Risk only sold 350,000 copies approximately.
So I started “The World Needs A Hero” with Al, who was a leader for Trans Siberian Orchestra, and also Savatage. It took a lot for Al to submit to not being a leader and being second fiddle, but Junior did not allow him to be second; that was his spot, and Jimmy wouldn’t allow him to be third; that was his spot.
So by taking the gig, Al went from the front of the line to the back of the line. I have no hard feelings for Al, he married a nice lady, and I wish him the best.
Back to the record: When TWNAH was finished, we took it to Capitol and told them that we wanted off of the label, and they said, “give us two sings, let us put out a greatest hits record, and don’t release this new TWNAH record that we are going to give back to you for nine months so that it won’t interfere with our greatest hits record that we are going to put out.” It made sense to me, and we agreed.
Somehow the A & R guy from Capitol Steve Schner (possibly), and certainly someone from Capitol had sent out what seemed like hundreds of promotional copies of TWNAH. We found them all over eBay, and every person selling them had the same story, which lead to the suspicion; “We found it in a used record bin in a box on the street in NYC.”
Sure ya did.
And this continued for nine months of illegal downloading on Napster and the like, so that when the record finally came out, it only sold a little over 200,000. This is great for some bands, but it was not great for me.
I was watching everything I had built for 20 years die in front of my own eyes.
I started drinking in the back of the bus with Al at night, and eventually one day is was in San Diego and was supposed to play an acoustic radio show for KIOZ and found out for all of our trouble and for all of their gratitude, they were playing the song only 2 times that whole week prior to the special show we were doing for them.
That night I got loaded.
I eventually finished the tour, but I couldn’t stand to be around any of the guys. Junior would walk up to me on stage and I would walk away, Jimmy would miss parts and timed choreographed segues because he was off of his drums yelling at the monitor man.
This is the point at the end of the tour I went in to rehab, and where I fell asleep on my arm.
While I was in rehab, I had told the band’s manager at the time, Larry Mazer, that I needed a vacation and that I was having a breakdown, and that he should pull the plug for a while. He didn’t listen.
While I was in the treatment center, Junior, Larry, and the others went to the label and said we were starting the new record and that we need a third of the budget, which was $333,000. And when Sanctuary, the label, asked where Dave was, Larry said, “on a horse retreat.”
Now, all of my friends at the label knew I was afraid of horses, and that something was up. So when I got home I told Larry that I was done and that I was firing him and that I was breaking up Megadeth.
I told Junior that I wanted to meet him and explain why and show him my hand, which he saw, contrary to his, “I only know what he told me” statement in Metal Sludge. I told him that I was going to hand everything over to him so that people would recognize him and at first he thanked me profusely, then later that day he started screaming at me in front of my son, in a public parking place. Even though he hurt my son, and me in the eyes of my son, I did not kick his ass.
So, I took back the offer to have him run the Estate. Junior said, “If you’re going on with your career, then I am going on with mine.”
I called Jimmy to tell him and his girlfriend said, “You are not living up to your potential to be a decent human being.” I guess she would not what that looks like from experience. And then she called me “a liar.”
I wrote the press release and left all of this stuff out because I thought after a year or two that Jimmy would change his attitude, maybe say some good things about his time in Megadeth, maybe call up, and apologize for his girlfriend’s rudeness, but that never happened. And I also tried to keep in touch with Junior, but he always seemed to want to know what I was doing, which I would have told him if he wouldn’t have been so rude. He was forgetful that for the last 20 years I took care of him and employed him, even after three last three producers and even his lead guitarist wanted to fire him for not being good in the studio.
Six months after I last saw Ellefson, I started to play and 13 months later I did a benefit for someone that worked for me and had died. It was very awkward and I left as quickly as I could because I did not want to have to be interrogated by him.
18 months later I told Ellefson that I was considering doing a new record and that if he wanted to play with me on it, knowing full well that by asking Marty and Nick, that it would be a RIP line-up record, and NOT A REUNION. I stated numerous times to all three of them, “It is just a record, not a reunion.”
I told him that the offer was exactly what his share is that is in the original contract that he signed with Sanctuary, which is 20% of all Megadeth’s earnings on the record, and remember, someone had gone to the label and taken $333,000 of the recording fund. I certainly got my share of it sent to me, but it is still sitting over at the bands business manager’s office.
You are now completely up to speed on a simple thumbnail sketch of what happened from CTE thru TWNAH and why the songwriting ruined the chemistry of the band, why the records sales went down, and Marty quit, why my arm got hurt, and I will answer in very intense detail all of the questions on the poll when they are chosen.
But for know, that’s it. I know I did the right thing when I sold all of my personal gear to pay off all of the bills that was owed for Megadeth, bills that none of them volunteered to pay.
I wished they would have done the right thing by now, but they didn't. And Junior is suing me and Megadeth.
Don't worry though, because after you hear this new record and you see me and Nick together, none of this will matter.
I love you all.
