Dave Mustaine Quotes

Pop and metal aren't friends. Each knows exactly where the other lives and tries to keep its distance. They choose different streets, neighborhoods, zip codes.

David Gilmour can do more with one note than most other guitar players can do with the whole fretboard

All bands eventually break up because of one or more of the four P's: power, property, prestiege, pussy.

Life can only be understood in reverse But must be lived forwards... I'm losing my senses

It wasn't enough for Megadeth to do well; I wanted Metallica to fail.

I went there anyway-knowingly, willingly-because I wanted a number one hit. I wanted what Metallica had, even if it meant selling a piece of my soul to the devil.

So Far,So Good........................So What?

You don't shit where you eat, and you don't try to fuck your bandmate's fiancée. Especially when your bandmate is your boss.

Clearly see you can't see Clear

Oh my God. I'm not Keith Richards. I'm Otis from Mayberry! A fucking drunk!

Some years later, long after he and Megadeth parted company, Jay Jones was stabbed to death with a butter knife during-rumor has it-a fight over a bolonga sandwich. That's not funny, of course. But, if you knew Jay, neither is it particularly suprising.

Finally, I found what seemed at the time to be a lid of some sort. Presuming it was a toilet seat (but not really caring one way or the other) I lifted it up, then dropped my shorts and began to piss. Ahhh...success. Then I stumbled back to bed and passed out. It wasn't until the next morning that I realized what had actually happened. I woke to the sight of Junior standing over my bed with a look of disgust on his face. "Hey, man. Did you pee in my suitcase?

One-way ticket nowhere there's no windows on his train. Can't see where I'm headed but I'm going there again.

Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.

Let’s put it this way: I did not get in trouble every time I drank, but every time I got in trouble, I’d been drinking.

I let that swim around in my aching head for a few minutes - "the arsenal of megadeath...the arsenal of megadeath" - and then, for some reason I can't quite explain, I began to write. Using a borrowed pencil and a cupcake wrapper, I wrote the first lyrics of my post-Metallica life. This song was called "Megadeth" (I dropped the second "a"), and though it would never find its way onto an album, it did serve as the basis for the song "Set the World Afire." It hadn't occured to me then that Megadeth-as used by Senator Cranston, megadeath referred to the loss of one million lives as a result of nuclear holocaust-might be a perfectly awesome name for a thrash metal band.

I need a hundred dollars and some suction

Dude, if you want to be a great musician, you have to try heroin. You'll see. It's like being back in the womb.

Well me, it's nice talking to myself. A credit to dementia.

The sleeping feel no more pain. But the living are scarred.

Soon after the June 1982 release of Metal Massacre, Lars Ulrich reported losing his virginity at a party at Dave Mustaine’s house.

My mom and my aunts and all the other Witnesses would warn me that I was destined to burn in hell if I didn’t clean up my act, but frankly I didn’t care. I just wanted to get away from them.

It's pretty simple for me, really. I want to be able to carry a gun; listen to whatever music I like; eat, drink and be merry; and not hurt anyone else (the exception, obviously, being self-defense). It's the abbreviated Sermon on the Mount: treat other people the way you want to be treated.

The guitarist’s name was Dave Mustaine, and the new band he formed was the legendary heavy-metal band Megadeth. Megadeth would go on to sell over 25 million albums and tour the world many times over. Today, Mustaine is considered one of the most brilliant and influential musicians in the history of heavy-metal music.

I loved having that secret weapon, that bond—where you sit down with another musician, and you start talking, and everyone else at the table immediately takes notice, because you’re speaking a language they don’t even understand, can’t hope to comprehend. It’s like they think the conversation is going to be empty-headed, but it’s not. It’s just . . . different. And if you don’t play music (as opposed to just listening to music), you really can’t possibly know what I’m talking about.

When I got into black magic I put a couple of spells on people when I was a teenager and it haunted me forever, and I've had so much torment. People say, 'Goddamn, Dave never gets a break, he's had such a hard life,' and I just think, 'No, Dave didn't - he got into black magic and it ruined his life.

Drinking and doing drugs, for me, makes about as much sense as pissing my pants on a winter’s day: it’ll feel good for a little while . . . until that cold wind begins to blow. And then it won’t feel so great.

Some people, though, will surprise you. When you try to push them away, they don’t move. And when you need help, they’ll be there for you, even if you don’t want them to be there.

I am not a registered member of either of the two main political parties, and I suspect that will never change. I think of myself as nonpartisan: I am generally distrustful of professional politicians, so when I enter the voting booth I tend to go with whomever I perceive as the lesser of two evils.

These guys were my friends, and despite our periodic disagreements, I trusted them. My mistake. Just one of many, as it turned out.

DAVE MUSTAINE: His girlfriend was really bad. She was very controlling. She once made him dump a gram of heroin into the carpet. Too bad he didn’t know that if you blew up a balloon and rubbed it over the carpet, all the heroin would stick to the balloon and it would come out of the carpet, but he was pretty much an amateur junkie. Ha-ha.