I saw them live four times, starting with the "Number of the *****" tour, and have bought most of their albums (including the first wave of re-issues) but have lost a tremendous amount of interest in them in recent years. Bruce is exceedingly over-rated as a vocalist and personality (and his voice quality has never been spectacular, if not simply irritating, to me, anyways (although, I am one who compares nearly all metal vocalists to Rob Halford, and very few even approach his esteem)), the latter-day songs are far too long and quite often unmemorable in content (however, I have managed to retain a more recent song that interminally chants its name in the title one or maybe two thousand times--that, I remember! (Brave New World, I believe)), and this business with the three guitar players: is this the reason the songs are so long, to give equal time to all for guitar-noodling, as if this was some "union"-type mandate? Three guitars on one stage is fine for ***** Hatchet and maybe the closing numbers at a "Live Aid" or similiar festival, but far too confusing for the audience in a cavernous venue and quite musically redundant; also, let us not forget the off-stage keyboard player that has known to have been employed on occasion. You heard it hear first: check out the new name for this band: "Bruce Dickinson's Three Guitar Night Featuring Nicko and Some Guy On Bass."
I must admire the efforts of the band to perform for their fans at a recent "SharonFest" despite the hostility they had been unwarrantedly and unprofessionally beseiged with (Nicko calling for "time" to permit him to scrape the residue of hurled eggs from his snare drum head?!), as well as being subject to, and therefore potentionally being help culpable of, inciting riotous ********, however I must question the judgment of anyone in such an established act as they for allowing themselves to be subservient to the caprices of S.O. (whose husband, a star of infintessimal magnitude on his own due to his boundless abundance of talent, has a back-up band comprised of some session-guys named Tony, Terry, Bill and maybe Geoff), no matter what the financial arrangements were, as, in my opinion, Maiden is quite capable of forming their own high-level festival (which would assure them the liberty to form their own set list, as in my understanding, at the infamous SharonFest, contractually they were restricted to perfoming selections from their first four or five albums) and assuredly, they would have no problem finding other bands to share the bill, and given the debacle of this past year, "Bruce and Co.-fest" would be quite an intriguing event within the industry.
Unquestionably, Bruce is no saint, but anyone, Maiden on down to the after-school basement jam-band, who would have anything to do with a genuine "Iron Maiden" (maybe that is where the contention lies, not unlike that of the solo album by Lennon, Shaved Fish, being rumored to have been titled after his personal nickname for McCartney?) needs to have their head examined.
What Mrs. Ozz really needs on her tour roster--and I still haven't given up hope that this may happen--that would provide her with a much-needed and unadulterated, realistic, wordly perspective of things that finally would convincingly acquiesce her to accept her humble, innocuous place in the grand Rock 'n' Roll scheme of things is a little taste of one Blackie Lawless. Now that is something that I'd want to see!
Music is made by musicians, Mrs. "they-named-a-city-in-Pennsylvania-after-me-O," not by opportunisic, gold-digging, espoused hangers-on of a marginally talented personage, who, in his present condition I consider to be nothing more than the Mr. McGoo of a musical genre he is quite a liability to.
The Bruce and let's-bash-SharonFest coming to your town, the summer of 2006!