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Dimebag Darrell: Reinventing the Squeal

Originally published in Guitar World, January 2010 Dimebag's innovative guitar, amp and pedal creations reflected not only his signature tone but his unique personality as well.   Dimebag's Darrell innovation and imagination was not limited to the fretboard. While he will always be remembered for his precise, incendiary solos, mammoth riffs and over-the-top harmonic squeals and whammy (both... …

Power Groover: Dimebag Darrell Makes His First Guitar World Appearance in the December 1990 Issue

The following story from our December 1990 issue represents the very first time Dimebag Darrell appeared in the pages of Guitar World magazine. In the 14 years that followed, Dime was featured on our cover seven times, participated in countless exclusive features and lessons and churned out his beloved Riffer Madness columns by the dozen. ... …

Dimebag Darrell: The Wild Bunch

     Can a Seattle anarchist, two liberal East Coast rockers and a Southern thrash man co-exist in peace and harmony? Pantera’s Diamond Darrell, Soundgarden’s Kim Thayil and Skid Row’s Snake Sabo and Scotti Hill sit down and face the nation. They were summoned from the most distant reaches of the Unites States: four heavy metal dignitaries, representing three different schools of rock guitar.... …

Dimebag Darrell: Home of Deranged

     From the heartland of Texas comes Pantera guitar dude Diamond Darrell, a heavy thrasher born in the bosom of the blues. It isn’t that Diamond Darrell, Pantera’s ace guitarist, is a reclusive guy. He’s just a little hard to find sometimes. Follow these instructions: First, get yourself to Dallas, Texas. Don’t linger—there are lots of handguns in Dallas. Travel 20- odd miles south on the... …

Dimebag Darrell: Regular People

     A school paper lands a final interview with Dime. The following interview was conducted by Joshua Gropp on Dec. 1, 2004, on Damageplan’s tour bus outside the Phoenix in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Gropp is a 22- year-old jazz-guitar student at Humber College in Toronto, and is also a guitar teacher. He interviewed Dime for the school newspaper, the Humber College Et Cetera. JOSHUA GROPP... …

Dimebag Darrell: Rock Soldiers

     Kiss Army Kaptains Snake Sabo & Dimebag Darrell come face to face with Ace Frehley, the man who gave meaning to their lives— and learn the truth about his shocking past.    Pantera’s Dimebag Darrell and Skid Row’s Snake Sabo, eyeing each other with great suspicion, are ready for the great competition. No, they aren’t trying to outshred each other in a sweaty all-night jam. Rather, they’re... …

Dimebag Darrell: The Rough Rider

     Is heavy metal dead? Not if Dimebag Darrell has anything to say about it.          Dimebag Darrell Abbott, Pantera’s high priest of six-string destruction, is feeling ornery. His eyes narrow as he slowly picks up his metallic blue Dean guitar. Cradling it like a sawed-off shotgun, the self-proclaimed “cowboy from hell” begins to frown. It’s obvious that he has something urgent on his mind... …

Dimebag Darrell: Animal House

     Pantera holes up in Dimebag Darrell’s beer-soaked home studio and emerges with The Great Southern Trendkill, its loudest, rowdiest album to date. A man’s home may be his castle, but for Pantera’s Dimebag Darrell, it’s also a fully stocked rock and roll playground. Part crash pad, part recording studio, part wet bar, Sir Dime’s palace is littered with Gold and Platinum records and a hard... …

Dimebag Darrell: Cra-Z-Boy

     To celebrate the release of Pantera’s first new album in four years, Guitar World hustles down to Texas and talks with Dimebag Darrell. After a night of booze, broads and badass rock, this is what we remember.  “Come on, dude!” shouts Dimebag Darrell. “We’ve got steaks to eat, booze to drink, and tits to see.” For the last hour Dimebag has been hanging in a Hilton suite, answering a... …

Dimebag Darrell: Taco Hell

     Guitar World’s Jeff Gilbert makes a break for the border with Pantera and Kiss.Mexico City. It’s six o’clock in the morning, and the temperature has already climbed to 80 degrees. I find myself part of a team of roadies, every one the size of a small building, unpacking several semi-trailer trucks crammed with rented speakers, billion-channel soundboards, 10-ton lighting rigs, dozens of... …

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