DIO ON DIO
Holy Spinal Tap, Batman! Here we are at the Dio concert in Fort Wayne, or is it Cincinnati? Anyhoo, it’s somewhere in the vast Midwest, and these guys have been on the road too long for us to keep track anyway. But there’s something definitely wrong up on that stage.
DIO ON DIO
Gary Graff
Holy Spinal Tap, Batman!
Here we are at the Dio concert in Fort Wayne, or is it Cincinnati? Anyhoo, it’s somewhere in the vast Midwest, and these guys have been on the road too long for us to keep track anyway. But there’s something definitely wrong up on that stage.
There’s the flash and all the explosions, pyramids and sphinxes and all the medieval imagery Cecil B. Demille would cream over, maybe even make another film out of. You can see the marquee now—Samson, Delilah & Dio or The Ten Commandments According to Dio. Right.
But consider what would’ve happened if the Red Sea didn’t part for ol’ Cecil, or if the red dye no. 3 he used for the waterturned-to-blood scene didn’t work. Now you know what kind of trouble Dio is facing tonight.