Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein of DOYLE

THE MONSTER, THE WOLFMAN, AND VIVECA: ONE NIGHT IN HELL

St. Louis, MO – Hey, hey, Peeps! It’s Viveca with yet another review. We’re going to do something a little different today. Instead of reviewing an album like I normally do, I’m going to tell you all about the interview I had with Doyle Wolfgang Von Frankenstein and Alex Wolfman Story of DOYLE. You can see the video of the interview here, but I also wanted to give a little backstory to it as well. Unfortunately, the transcript of the interview itself will not be provided on this review. My apologies, everyone. Before I continue, I have to warn you. With my writing, as some of you know, I’m very detailed. My stories tend to be long. This is not one of my short reviews, so if you need to grab a drink, take a leak, have a bite to eat, take a nap, etc, now would be the time to do it before you continue.

Here’s something only a very few of you know about me. I have social anxiety. Bad. I used to be a social person. I had absolutely no problem approaching people, and being the life of the party. That was before I became a housebound caregiver. I literally never leave the house unless I have to run errands. This is my life now.

I also moved to a more rural area, where the only things around me are cornfields, soybeans, and tractors for miles. The people around here don’t take kindly to strangers ’round these parts, and they all know each other. Needless to say, I stick out like a sore thumb, and they don’t have any interest in speaking with me, or getting to know me. After a few years of not socializing very much, I developed anxiety around meeting new people. I fail miserably at verbal communication, and I never know what to talk about.

Well, geez, Viv! Why on earth did you want to be a journalist for Bloodrock Media, and what made you think you could handle interviewing The Monster and the Wolfman?!

That’s an excellent question. I wanted to be a journalist since I was a little girl. I have a passion for writing. I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d like to believe I’m pretty decent at it <insert smirk here>. I was lucky enough to be offered the opportunity to work for Bloodrock Media, and I’m enjoying every second of it!

Now the other question: Why do I think I could handle interviewing DVF and Alex? It’s not that I *think* I can handle it. It’s that I need to handle it. Not only is this my job, but this has always been my dream to interview other musicians. This anxiety is something I need to get over. What better practice than interviewing musicians who sometimes go through the same thing (yeah, Doyle, I’m talking about you)?

I just wanted to give you guys a little history about me before I talk about the interview. Now let’s get on to the good stuff. I decided to take a different route with my interview questions, and asked my friends (who happens to be hardcore Misfits/Samhain/Danzig/Doyle fans) what they would like me to ask the band on their behalf. I got a proper script going, and it was all typed out neatly. I was all set and ready to go.

Guess whose camera decided to take a steamy dump? Mine. Guess whose friend with the decent camera bailed at the last second? Mine. It was turning into a total shit storm, to put it lightly. I managed to get in contact with an amazing cameraman (Seriously. If you are ever in the St. Louis area, and you need a guy to do some recording for you, take pictures, etc, get in touch with Darrel Blankenship. The man is a genius) who was willing to do this for me at the very last second. My husband and I got to the venue, proceeded to relax a bit, and check out some of the local bands. Next thing I know, I got the text that the journalist who was supposed to interview the band before me never showed up, so I was to go in early. Cue the sweats and rapid heartbeat in 3, 2, 1… Did I mention that I also became a vegetarian recently? Yeah…I don’t think I have to explain to you what my stomach is like right now. There’s so much demonic noises coming from it, I sound like I need an exorcism.

I rushed over to the RV as quick as my short legs would carry me. Here’s another fact about me. I sweat when I’m nervous. No matter what the temperature is outside, I’m always sweating. It’s not only gross, but it’s humiliating. So I get on the RV, and there they are. I’m greeted with smiles, and some greetings in Arthur Fonzarelli fashion (AYEEEEEE!!!) This is it, Viv. It’s your moment to shine. This is your first step into conquering your anxiety. Don’t screw this up, and whatever you do…DON’T FARTThe RV was rather narrow, and a little cramped, but that’s to be expected. It was hotter than Satan’s asshole in there, so I knew I was in big trouble with the sweats. I was praying I wouldn’t have a panic attack in the middle of the damn interview from being nervous, and the fact my claustrophobia was starting to rear its ugly head.

Alex “Wolfman” Story of DOYLE

I greeted them nervously, and asked them how they were doing. This should go over like fart in a space suit, I thought to myself. I quietly whispered to my cameraman I didn’t want to be on camera. I was getting over being sick, and my doctor had placed me on steroids. I ballooned like a fish. Needless to say, I was very self-conscious about my appearance, and I was worried about how nervous I was on camera. I was trying to be as professional as possible. I think Doyle overheard me, because when he sat in front of the camera, he told me to sit in between him and Alex for the interview. I smiled graciously, and explained I didn’t want to be in the shot from being self-conscious, and he said, “Get in between Alex and I anyway. You’ll be great.”

I nervously sat in between them, and the dreaded sweats came. I wanted to die right then and there. Doyle looked at me with concern.

“Are you alright,” he asked.

“I’m okay,” I muttered. I was praying that I would just stop, calm down, and get this interview over with. I seriously wanted to disappear. He walked over to the fan, turned it on, and aimed it at me so I’d be more comfortable. This dude could not have been more sweeter. Before the questions began, I explained to the both of them I had very bad social anxiety, and I apologized for the sweats, haha. I explained that meeting them wasn’t really what was making me nervous, since I had met them before, and hey. We’re all human, right? I told them they were my very first interview, and they were about to pop my journalistic cherry. I just wanted to not screw everything up from being nervous. They seemed thrilled about that, and they both reassured me I’d be great.

Doyle kept trying to offer me vegan sweets like Tiramisu and doughnuts, but I politely declined. Food doesn’t calm me, bro haha. He also gave me some bottled water, and reassuringly patted me on the back. “You’re doing great,” he said.

Guys, I was almost moved to tears. In fact, I’m calling on my inner goddess Linda Richman, and I’m getting a little verklempt right now just thinking about it. Talk amongst yourselves. Okay, it passed. I can continue. Alex was very nice to me as well. He cracked a joke here and there. His humor is very dry, and sarcastic, and I warmed up to him because of that. There were quite a lot of sarcastic statements thrown my way, and the only regret I have about this interview, is the fact I allowed my anxiety to render me speechless instead of throwing twisted comebacks at them like I would with anyone else. My sense of humor is dark, sarcastic, and a little sick, and I can’t say that I was myself during this time. I vow to be better when I see them again.

After the interview, I asked Doyle if we had time to quickly pose for a picture. He said, “Sure! Stand in between Alex and I, and we’ll make a sandwich for the picture.” It was hard hiding how red my face was after that statement. I stood in between them, and smiled for the camera. I was stoked I was given the opportunity to do this, but I was also relieved it was time to get off the RV, and grab a drink.

My boss lady April Baggins at Bloodrock Media likes to poke fun at me by saying I have a super, massive crush on Doyle. That’s not exactly the case (my crush is on Henry Rollins, thank you very much, haha), although it is pretty funny. She called me out on staring at his chest every time I spoke with him while fanning myself, and I would laughingly like to clarify on this statement. One, I’m not blind to a person’s good looks. I was sitting in between two men who are pretty easy on the eyes, in my opinion. Two, have you seen how big Doyle actually is? The dude is a giant, even without his gigantic boots. His nipples were eye level with me, so it was hard not to stare into his other eyes.  Lastly, dude…it was seriously hot in there. It was like a swamp, but without the nasty smell.

Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein of DOYLE

Doyle reminds me a lot of the cute, older brother of a best friend that you can only admire from afar. Because that older brother can tell you’re a little sweet on him, he goes out of his way to tease you, smile at you a lot, make comments, etc. He showed genuine concern for me while I was trying not to have a panic attack, and it means a lot to me that he did everything he could to make me comfortable. Let’s face it. He didn’t have to do that. He could have understandably told me to stop wasting their time, get the questions out, or get off the bus. Him and Alex did none of those things, and I would like to thank them from the bottom of my cold, dead heart for helping me try to kick anxiety’s ass, and for making me feel so welcome.

The concert itself was amazing. That goes without saying. If you guys haven’t checked out Doyle in concert yet, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE?! They rocked hard, and they kicked our asses with their music. Wade MurffDoyle’s drummer, rocked out so hard, he made three of his cymbals collapse in the middle of the set. He was an impressing sight to see, indeed.

I managed to score being upfront on Doyle’s side of the stage so I can snap some pictures. In between songs, I asked Doyle how much his guitar (The Annihilator) weighed. He held it out for me real quick, and let me hold it. It’s as heavy as I expected (15-20 lbs). I felt like a kid right then and there from how hard I was grinning.

I respect them a lot as musicians. They truly work very hard at what they do, and they’re in it to make their fans happy. I’ve heard a few people say that Doyle is very stand-offish, or he just doesn’t say much. I’m here to tell you that I don’t believe he’s trying to be stand-offish or rude. That’s just how he is. He and I are alike in that respect. Neither of us have much to say in person, but we both have a lot to say when it comes to music. He expresses himself through music, and I express myself through writing. Do you guys honestly think I could explain all of this to you in person? HAHAHAHA no.

So there you have it. That’s what I have to say about my very first interview. As long as it was, I hope you find it as amusing as I did while typing it all out. I would like to thank you all for taking the time to read this, and I would like to thank Doyle and Alex again for taking the time to speak with an awkward girl from the Midwest. I look forward to meeting with you guys again. Before I submit this, I would also like to thank my husband, friends, and my fellow Ziggers (Keep on Danzig) for all your support. I could not have done this without you.

In closing, don’t let your anxiety take over your life. You’re only hurting yourself if you don’t pursue your dreams.

Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein (left), Viveca “Venom” Manis (center), and Alex “Wolfgang” Story (right)

 

 

Written by Viveca “Venom” Manis for Bloodrock Media on March 15, 2018

 

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