Class Of 2015: Black Stone Cherry
We hooked up with the fast-rising southerners to hear about bus crashes, drunken golf with Rival Sons and why playing Wembley is (almost) better than sex.
Rewind to 2006. As the four hicksville longhairs troop on stage to open up for Zakk Wylde’s Black Label Society, you wouldn’t have marked their card for future glory. “Dude, it was hate,” shudders John Fred Young, Black Stone Cherry’s affable drummer. “We got up there and his fans just started out screamin’ and hollerin’. Like: ‘Get off the stage! You guys suck!’ You’d see these hecklers with their mouths wide open. We were scared to death.
“I’ll be honest with you, man,” Young continues. “We just about starved on that tour. Because we were only getting paid, like, a hundred and fifty dollars a night, and that would get us diesel for the bus. Some of us went eight days without showering, until we were finally: ‘Y’know, dude, we’ve gotta literally go to somebody’s house and use their hose.’ But it toughened us up.”