Van Halen (or, The Band That Ate My Life)

On the first day of the first class of my freshman year in college, my College Writing 101 professor instructed us to go home that weekend and write a paper about the person whom we would most like to meet if given the chance.

And I could have bullshitted him. I could have written about wanting to meet JFK or Martin Luther King Jr. or some other revered sociopolitical icon … but I wasn’t an 18-year-old freshmen just out of high school; I was a 22-year-old freshman who had recently spent nearly four years in the army, and my inclination to sling bullshit in order to impress a college professor was, by that point, pretty much nonexistent. And as I looked at the blank notebook in front of me that weekend, I saw stretching before me four long years of higher education … and I knew that the only way I was going to make it to the finish line was to figure out how to marry my own personal interests to my academic pursuits.

So I wrote the “I want to meet Eddie Van Halen” paper.

The following week, just before handing back to the class the graded papers, the professor announced that, for the first time in 17 years, he had given out an “A+” on that first writing assignment. He then proceeded to read my “I want to meet Eddie Van Halen” paper.

And that would be a cool enough story in and of itself — if not for the fact that I eventually did meet Eddie Van Halen … a number of times … and, believe it or not (and you’ll believe it if you keep reading), hung out with the entire band.

But let’s not jump ahead, because my intention here is not simply to say, “Hey, look at me! I met Van Halen! I’m cool!” I mean, that’s definitely part of my intention (because what the hell good is hanging out with Van Halen if you can’t brag about it a little, right?) … but not the sum total of my intention. The larger goal is to explain what a bittersweet thing it has been to become inextricably linked to a band that, for the past 20-plus years, has meant more to me than any other musical act—and a band that, unfortunately, has also spent almost half of that time finding new and exciting and laughably ridiculous ways to destroy itself and its legacy.

My friend Bob introduced me to Van Halen’s music when I was about 12. He would snatch the tapes out of his brother’s 1979 Monte Carlo, and we would crank them on his mother’s stereo. I had never heard anything that moved me the way that Eddie Van Halen’s music and otherworldly guitar playing did, and I still haven’t.

I fell completely in love with the group.

When David Lee Roth jumped ship in 1985, I was bummed, but I only ended up becoming even more hooked when Sammy Hagar replaced him. In every interview that I read, every video I watched, every television appearance the group made, and every live performance I saw, I was blown away by how much fun those four guys had together, and how much they clearly loved being with each other. It was genuine, and it really struck a chord in me.

And the music. Dude, the music.

I was raised a Catholic, but I never bought into that fairytale, and I certainly never experienced anything within organized religion that caused me to believe in a higher power the way that Van Halen’s music did. In essence, Van Halen was my religion. (Hey, it’s certainly no sillier than believing in a four-armed, elephant-headed deity; an evil galactic warlord named Xenu; or a guy who came back from the dead.)

Ed has always said that he doesn’t know where the music he makes comes from, and that he feels like he is simply a conduit who channels it from some other source. I think he’s probably right about that.

When I was 23, I stalked — er, met — the band for the first time. It was, quite literally, a dream come true. All of the guys were incredibly cool to me, and I am still riding the high from that encounter.

Me & Ed, '93

Jon & VH '93

Several years later, I parlayed my way into a fulltime gig as the managing editor and art director of a magazine that placed me in contact with the band. I got to spend a day with the group at Eddie’s home studio, and had all-access passes for their 1998 world tour.

Jon & Ed 5150

Jon & Mike 5150

Jon & Ed talking

Jon & Eddie playing

Now, if I may, please allow me to pause here for a moment so that I can again soak up the fact that the picture directly above this paragraph shows me and Eddie Van Halen hanging out in the lounge at his studio (a.k.a. 5150), and that he is not only seated beside me, but he is seated beside me while playing a guitar. Holy fuck, people.

Also, please allow me to add that I look lobotomized because I had mentioned to Edward earlier in our conversation that I played the drums, and he, just before this picture was snapped, asked me to keep time for him by tapping my foot and slapping out a beat on my thighs. What I actually ended up doing didn’t resemble drumming so much as it did a mild seizure, and I basically embarrassed myself, but, be that as it may, I, for a few brief seconds, was essentially jamming with Eddie Van Halen, and did I mention holy fuck, people?

The bummer was that all of this took place after Sammy and the group had parted on bad terms in 1996. To this day, that split is a bigger heartbreak to me than any I suffered at the hands of a woman—and I had some women who got downright medieval on my ass.

I know, I know. It’s ridiculous. Believe me, I wish I hadn’t become so invested in a band that, over the past 13-or-so years, has gone from being one of the most revered and influential rock bands of all time to, at best, a cautionary tale and, at worst, a punchline. But, through no choice of my own, I believed in that band, in the connection those four guys had to each other, in the music they made, and in the way that the four of them together resulted in a magical fifth element, more than I believed in anything else. That’s just the way it worked out. Some people find Jesus. I found Van Halen.

So you can imagine how completely stoked I was a couple of years ago when the band announced that it had reunited and, for the first time since the mid-’90s, was going out on tour with Sammy at the mic. During one of the first concerts on the tour, I was lucky enough to hang out briefly with Michael and Sammy during Alex Van Halen’s drum solo. (And, yes, I know I’m showing off and name-dropping, but seriously, people: what the hell good is hanging out with Van Halen if you can’t brag about it a little bit, am I right?) Mike shared his bottle of Jack Daniels with me, Sammy shared his bottle of Cabo Wabo tequila with me, and I got to tell them how much it meant to me that they were back together.

Several months before news of the reunion surfaced, Sammy announced that he and Eddie had mended fences, and that all four guys were on friendly terms again. That would have been enough for me. Listening to Van Halen’s music had once been a surefire way to make me feel nothing but happy and completely juiced about life, but during the years when Sam was gone and the group was floundering, listening to VH just made me bum out that the guys who had made that amazing music together weren’t even on speaking terms. Knowing that they were friends again put that to rest.

Unfortunately, by the end of the 2004 tour, Ed and Sam had again clashed, and the reunion ended on a sour note.

As I understand it, Edward is the one band member most responsible for the group’s return to perpetual limbo. He has, by some accounts, gone a bit loco, and it has left the band in splinters. It’s a shame, and it’s a waste, and when I think about all of the music these guys could have recorded and released over the past 10 years had they been able to work things out, it makes my head pop off and fly around the room like an unknotted balloon.

Be that as it may, the fact remains that Van Halen has had more of an impact on me than most other things in my life, and will always occupy a special and exclusive spot in my heart and soul.

Now if only they didn’t also create a special and exclusive knot in my stomach …

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  1. jeremy reed
    Posted April 12, 2006 at 12:50 am | Permalink

    I am tired. It’s late. And, I’m grateful you wrote this. Great, great fucking piece.

  2. Mom
    Posted April 12, 2006 at 4:48 pm | Permalink

    As I read this I could not help but remember all the way back to the first Van Halen alblum you ever had. In fact, I think I may have bought it for you for Christmas. And that truly was the beginning of your addiction. But there are two memories that can still bring tears to my eyes. The first is when I came to Alabama to surprise you on your graduation from your basic training in the Army. I brought the 5150 tape with me; and when you got in the car; I plugged it in the tape player and cranked it up. Your face just about crumbled; and so did I. Then second time I saw that look on you was on October 9th, 1998. Your wedding day. When you and Wonder Woman were announced into that beautiful hall; Van Halen blasted out of the speakers. What a sight. Thanks for the memories Jon.

    • Posted May 20, 2014 at 7:06 pm | Permalink

      Like, seriously? Is this your Mom?
      And I am seriously freakin’ crying right now; not only is this one of the best fan experiences I have ever read, your Mother not only noticed your unhealthy obsession ( it’s okay, I can say that because I have one as well to this guys! AND I’m a girl, a drummer, AND a Mom; I know. But I’ll never, ever measure up to the coolness scale such as yours!) she embraced it and fed that addiction! (Go Ma!)
      Now, who the hell’s W.W……..
      ;)

  3. Posted April 13, 2006 at 1:15 am | Permalink

    Brilliant post. I knew you did something with the fanzine, but had no idea about the hang time with the band. So very cool.

  4. Tom
    Posted April 25, 2006 at 12:12 pm | Permalink

    What a great ‘read,’ Jon. I have to be honest and tell you I punched myself up a few rungs on the “cool” ladder by telling co-workers…the younger ones…that my daughter was dating a guy who hung out with Eddie and the guys…and wrote for their magazine.

    You still make me feel a tad ‘cool’ and I thank you for that!

  5. Sweet William
    Posted August 14, 2007 at 12:45 pm | Permalink

    Dude,

    That was a great blog!! Eddie is nothing less than a Genius but often times the most brilliant people are also the most eccentric. Then throw in the pride element, and it’s rough. Pride is a bad thing and has left many a rich man poor and many a happy man miserable. Pride has destroyed everything from marriages to bands, to peoples lives.

    I feel your pain, Van Halen hooked me at a young age too. It’s been rough to watch, but honestly often times the most brilliant musicians, for all of their ability still have personal short comings like the rest of us.

    Lennon and McCartney had trouble, Jagger and Richards did too… just like Page and Plant, Henley and Frey, and I could go on and on. The sad thing is to imagine the music we could have heard had they been able to get along.

    But instead of taking that route, might I suggest you celebrate what Eddie has given us. What if he had picked up golf clubs instead of a guitar at a young age? So love ‘em or hate ‘em… we should be grateful that Michael picked up a basketball, or Tiger picked up golf clubs… and of course the greatest of them all… celebrate that Eddie chose to play the guitar.

    I’m not an optimist by nature and I usually view the glass as being half empty. But today I guess I’m just grateful that for Eddie has given us, and I’m forgiving of any character flaws he might have. The most flawed person I know, and most difficult to get along with looks back at me every morning in the mirror.

    I heard a teammate of Jordan’s once say how difficult it was to play with him, because he demanded perfection of not only himself, but everyone around him as well. Clearly Eddie is a perfectionist and perhaps part of the problem is that he demands perfection from those around him, and won’t tolerate anything less.

    I don’t care if it’s a break-up with Eddie and my mother, I’m taking Eddie’s side because at the end of the day, with apologies to lead singers everywhere, the magic comes from Eddie. Always has, always will.

  6. Lisa
    Posted March 26, 2009 at 2:08 am | Permalink

    My best high school memories are accompanied by a Van Halen soundtrack. I sure miss them, too, but the coolest thing happened a couple of months ago: My 15yo son bought “For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge” so I could hear this “new” song he liked. LOL He has since “borrowed” my cds.

  7. Kat
    Posted October 20, 2009 at 4:42 pm | Permalink

    OMG!! You lived one of my “things to do before I die”. I bow before you, as being in 5150 is a badass feat!! Just think – if Ed had still abandoned the drum set their dad bought him but had NOT picked up Alex’s guitar, we’d not have the genius that is Ed or that trademark EVH sound. I have to agree with the commenter above, I’m taking Eddie’s side too. He’s the man. My 15 yo daughter can name every VH song on my iPhone, and has ripped the majority of my CDs to her iPod. And she’s educating her friends too!

  8. Posted November 23, 2009 at 6:32 pm | Permalink

    Ahhhhh. Very cool.
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  9. VH Dude
    Posted November 23, 2009 at 11:26 pm | Permalink

    I was directed here from VHND and wow, what a great read. You didn’t mention the magazine you worked for, so I won’t mention it either. But I have every issue and waited in anticipation like Santa was coming for every new release, then devoured every page. I want to say ‘good job’ although it appears to be many years late. I enjoyed it very much – would love to hear any and all VH related stories. My fanaticism rivals your own, so I can honestly say I am happy you got to experiecne what you did. I’m not even jealous, I’m just happy someone who loved VH as much as I did got to live the dream.

  10. Jackie
    Posted June 8, 2010 at 11:51 am | Permalink

    OK I know I’m years late in writing this but, OMG!!! You met Van Freaking Halen!!! You my friend are a stud. haha They were/are my husbands favorite band. I think he feels about like you do. I will have to show him this post. I have only been reading you for the last couple of months if that long and decided to go back and read everything today. I love your writing. :-) You have a beautiful family.

  11. Cheri
    Posted July 31, 2010 at 4:51 pm | Permalink

    just so Jackie isn’t the last to post…

    WOW!!
    The pictures are amazing and the video in your memory has to be AWESOME!!

    thanks for sharing!!

  12. Posted August 1, 2010 at 8:24 am | Permalink

    This is a terrific story, and testament to the power of music.

  13. Posted November 3, 2010 at 1:03 am | Permalink

    Very very cool man!

  14. Posted February 15, 2011 at 8:35 am | Permalink

    Have you ever published the paper on your blog? Hey, you got an A+! I think you should upload the PDF or something! Not seeing it here was the only disappointment with this post (even though I knew the story from talking to you in person). Very cool.
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    • Posted February 17, 2011 at 10:20 pm | Permalink

      Glad you dug the story. I’ve not published the paper. Not sure where it is. It was written back in the late 1900s … before I had a computer. Pretty sure I have it stashed away somewhere, tho. I’ll keep an eye out for it.

  15. meggie
    Posted January 4, 2012 at 7:30 pm | Permalink

    SO much fun reading this and seeing the pictures a few weeks after reading Sammy Hagar’s autobiography. I am really enjoying your blog and sent the link and a couple of entries to my husband who liked similar music. I heard him laughing upstairs. I, of course love THAT music!

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