It was three years ago that Ronnie James Dio died, and there hasn’t been a day since that I haven’t thought about the man.
Ronnie James Dio was larger than life — a respectable man with a catalogue of great songs under his belt and a voice others have wanted to emulate.
Three years ago, this very day, metal lost one of its coolest characters.
Fuck me, does time fly.
Looking back on those three years, it’s amazing how much Dio-related shit has happened.
All the re-releases, all the tributes, the merchandising, the capitalization on a fallen legend’s memory.
I am sure Ronnie would be nonplussed by all of the hoopla that’s been made since his death, and he’d be extra shocked to know his wife’s already remarried.
I miss Dio. The world obviously doesn’t feel the same without him, and society has, in the time since his death, plunged deeper and deeper into what-the-fuck-ness.
Let’s remember the man now, with one of his last songs. Fitting, I think, on this day when we remember Ronnie.
I say that, forever forward, we hold May 16 in our hearts as a metal holiday: Dio Day. We should all take off from work, and exchange Dio-related gifts. The man should be celebrated.
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