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Randy Blythe Talks About His Upbringing, Career In Lamb Of God, And Arrest At The Housecore Horror Film Festival!


Randy Blythe Talks About His Upbringing, Career In Lamb Of God, And Arrest At The Housecore Horror Film Festival!

As we reported last month, Lamb Of God front man, Randy Blythe, has completed the first draft of his upcoming memoir, “Dark Days,” and soon we will read his full side of the Prague story in his own words. While we wait for the book’s release in 2015, Randy Blythe recently sat down at The Housecore Horror Film Festival for a thirty-minute chat on his upbringing, career with Lamb Of God, and his arrest in Prague. As you can tell from the interview, Randy is a changed man, but with all that he has been through, he now stands as an example of what it means to be a human being in this world. Read some excerpts and watch the full interview below!

On getting off the plane in Prague: “I was getting off the plane with my guys and I saw this woman checking passports. She takes our passports and I notice she’s directing me to the right, and to the left all the people we don’t know. John is already in there. There’s five dudes – big motherfuckers in face masks with machine guns, big knives and all sorts of shit. They looked like they were there to get Bin Laden. And there were three huge Eastern bloc muscle dudes, and a woman who turned out to be the head detective. I’m like, ‘Fuck, there must have been someone awful on that plane.’ I look at my bass player and start singing Kool And The Gang, ‘There’s a party going on right here.’ and he’s like, ‘No, dude, there’s no party. This is something bad.

On why he decided to go back to stand trial: “It’s no big secret I used to party a lot. Drink just doesn’t work for me, but for so many years I was running from my problems. I didn’t like the way life was so I was doing this. So when this happened I was like, ‘I’ve got a problem and I need to face this problem.’ If I didn’t, if I can convince myself I don’t have to be responsible enough to face this, then I can very easily convince myself that I can handle just one drink. It didn’t make me feel any better, but I had a hard cold answer. These people didn’t know. I had an ethical obligation as a compassionate human being to give them answers as best I could. If I hadn’t, I’d have wound up wasted, and probably dead.