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I Am Morbid tells the astounding story of David Vincent, former bassist and singer with Morbid Angel, and now outlaw country performer and leader of the I Am Morbid supergroup. Written with the bestselling author Joel McIver, it’s an autobiography that transcends the heavy metal category by its very nature.

Much more than a mere memoir, I Am Morbid is an instruction manual for life at the sharp end—a gathering of wisdom distilled into ten acute lessons for anyone interested in furthering their fortunes in life.

Morbid Angel redefined the term pioneers. A band of heavy-metal-loving kids from all over America who broke through a host of music industry prejudices and went on to scale huge commercial heights, they introduced a whole new form of extreme music to the world. Formed in 1984, and breaking into the limelight in 1989 with their devastating first album, Altars Of Madness, the Florida death metal legends became the first band of their genre to sign to a major label, from which point they came to dominate the worldwide metal scene for two decades and beyond.

David left Morbid Angel in 1996, and again, following a reunion, in 2015. For the first time, I Am Morbid explores the reasons behind his departure, and the transformation of his life, career, and music in the years since. This is a classic but never predictable tale of a man who has fought convention every step of the way—and won.

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Publié par	Jawbone Press
Date de parution	24 février 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781911036562
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	5 Mo

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First edition 2020
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CONTENTS
FOREWORD BY DR. MATT TAYLOR
INTRODUCTION
1. BE STRONG, YOUNG MAN
2. SUFFER NO FOOLS
3. THE MAZE OPENS
4. HEAL THE SOUL
5. REBIRTH
6. HEAVEN AND HELL
7. ONCE MORE MORBID
8. THE ULTIMATUM
9. RELEASE THIS FURY
10. GATHERED FOR A SACRED RITE
DISCOGRAPHY

FOREWORD
So there I was, sitting in a rental car, halfway from Houston to Austin, having just used my Cockney accent to get out of a speeding ticket. It was March 2015, and less than two months had passed since I’d had one of the most bizarre conversations of my life—and that’s saying something, considering that I’d just spent the last year or two having daily, hours-long teleconferences covering the large-scale view, as well as the minutiae, of a space-science mission to a comet some five hundred million kilometers from Earth.
This particular chat was different, though—I’ll never forget it. I was on one of my regular trips to the European Space Astronomy Centre, the European Space Agency site where all the science-instrument operations are collated, but this was nothing to do with space. It was with someone I had read about, listened to, and had a poster of in my bedroom during college and university days—and I really couldn’t believe it.
David Vincent and I were chatting about the Rosetta mission, about the upcoming session at the 46th Lunar And Planetary Science Conference in Texas, and the possibility of me joining him at an event he was hosting at SXSW in Austin. In fact, he wanted to conduct an onstage chat about the mission and space in general. Oh, and if I wanted, I could hang out at his house, too …
My long-haired, leather-clad younger self went into meltdown and passed out. Luckily, the shorter-haired, more robust, older version of me just about held it together and sorted out the details for the trip. Immediately afterward I emailed my wife and then my buddy Prizeman, a tattooist, using lots of capital letters to describe what had just happened. I was going to hang out with David Vincent!
Let me explain. I grew up in East London in the UK. In the early 1990s I was a short-haired metal fledgling, a typically awkward kid working at weekends to help get me to university, something I was struggling to achieve. Like many kids, I had been searching for my sound, and the identity that only music can deliver—and I had found both with metal. I had a guitar; I had Iron Maiden, Guns N’ Roses, and Napalm Death, and a bedroom wall beginning to get covered in band posters. I had metal nights at the Ruskin Arms in East Ham, or the Standard in Walthamstow, where Prizeman and I would nurse a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale each, peeling off the label until the DJ played something that we could do our follically limited headbanging to.
Another buddy of mine, Kaan Yavuzel, had given me a tape of Morbid Angel’s first album, Altars Of Madness —and as soon as I heard the introduction of ‘Immortal Rites,’ I knew that this was something else. Their next album release saw me make the old-school pilgrimage into central London to pick it up on vinyl—there was none of the ‘click and download’ that you kids have now!
No, this was a few hours invested, and then back home with my new Morbid Angel album, Blessed Are The Sick (I even remember the catalogue number—MOSH31). I devoured it. Those crazy timings, the mysterious inlay sheet and album artwork, those weird, ethereal instrumentals … I listened to that album a lot, lying in bed and imagining even being able to create such music.
In December 1991, Kaan, Prizeman, and I went to the Marquee Club in London to see Morbid Angel. It was my first proper metal gig, and it was everything I’d dreamed of—huge energy from the band, the pit, stage-diving and crowd-surfing. I still recall the feeling of horror when, having launched myself from the stage for the tenth or twentieth time, I disappeared into a hole in the sea of hands in the mosh pit and hit the deck … hard. However, almost instantaneously I was yanked back off the floor by someone in the crowd. I gave myself a quick check to see if I was okay, and then I got straight back at it. That metal camaraderie was everything.
This was it. This gig cemented that fact that metal was my music.
This was my crew—and this was my Morbid fucking Angel!
YES!
Over the next few months I spent hours painting my leather biker jacket. Its backpiece was inspired by a large Paul Booth tattoo, underlined by the Morbid Angel logo. Once it was done, it was all I wanted to wear, and come the Covenant tour in 1993, I was proud to wear it to the gig.
I’d never have guessed that someday a comet would bring David and me together.
In 2013, I was lucky enough to become part of one of the most awesome space missions ever: the Rosetta mission. It was a European Space Agency mission to catch a comet called Churyumov–Gerasimenko , or 67P, a primordial object made up of the material that went into the formation of the solar system.
The Rosetta spacecraft was launched in 2004 and took ten years to approach its target. By mid-2014, public interest in the mission was growing exponentially, and during the Philae landing event in November that year, I was contacted by Alexander Milas, the editor of Metal Hammer magazine, who wanted to do an interview with me about the science of the mission, as well as my love of metal music.
Things were super-hectic on Rosetta , so we couldn’t lock down an interview date, but as luck would have it, Prizeman had gotten us tickets for the Morbid Angel gig in London that December. As he told me, ‘Dude—you’ve got to see Morbid Angel again. David Vincent is the master of the stage!’ Alex was also going to the gig, so we arranged to meet up for an interview there.
We arranged to go backstage and meet the band. Of course, I was super-nervous, but David was deeply interested in the mission, and we had a great chat, only cut short at stage time. This interaction between him and me highlighted a crossover of worlds—a synergy between extreme music and extreme science. That night kick-started a fantastic collaboration with Alex, focusing on the overlap between music and space exploration—a project we called Space Rocks .
In fact, David enabled a kind of proto– Space Rocks interaction when he and I chatted onstage about the solar system and science at an event in Austin during SXSW. It was an unforgettable experience, and testament to his drive and vision that we pulled it off. NASA have subsequently run panels at SXSW, including the Parker Probe mission with my good friend Dr. Nicky Fox, but David and I got there first. Hey, David, maybe we should try and do it again?
It is fitting that I’m finishing this foreword in the very hotel in which I had that teleconference with David some four or so years ago, reflecting on how our very different paths converged. But they did—and here we are, with me writing an unconventional foreword to a suitably unconventional autobiography.
So settle back, ready yourself, and remember …
Stay extreme. Stay Morbid!
\m/
Dr. Matt Taylor, MPhys PhD DIC
Rosetta Mission Project Scientist
European Space Agency

INTRODUCTION
Welcome to my autobiography. We’re going to have some fun over the next couple of hundred pages—and maybe we’ll gain a bit of wisdom together.
I didn’t want to write a conventional autobiography. You know the kind of book I mean, where a rock musician gets famous, falls from grace (ha!), and then recovers after some kind of redemption. I’ve been through some of that stuff, but I like to think there’s more to my years on the planet than the old familiar tale. Many of those stories seem to be about drugs, addiction, rehab, and relapse, but that was never my issue. My challenges weren’t any less challenging than anyone else’s; they just manifested themselves in different ways. This book is about what I’ve learned, which is a lot, but never enough.
As I see it, the society we live in right now needs to evolve, and fast. On the one hand, I feel really lucky and inspired that I’ve grown up around one of the biggest technological revolutions that we’ve ever known, and that things are moving at warp speed now. I always remember the old Star Trek TV series, and I realize how just about everything on that show has come into reality: communicators, medical scanners, maybe even teleportation one day. All of these things seem plausible, and because of the advances in science and medicine that I’ve seen, and because of how rapidly some of these things have happened in my lifetime, it gives me hope that all of these things are doable.
We used to think that science fiction in the old days of black-and-white cinema was unbelievable, but so much of it has been attained. Technological revolutions all start with a dream or fantasy, and then some crazy individual comes along and makes them happen. Look at the speed with which genetic manipulation has come along over the last few years, for example; they’ve found certain disease-causing genes, and we’re on the cusp of being able to treat those familial traits in utero .
We’ve advanced so far in a certain number of areas that one could reasonably deduce that any of these things are right around the corner, because the evidence is there to suggest that they will be, knowing that computer power is accelerating as fast as it is. So I have hope, and the ev