The First Time I REALLY Heard Dio
The voice had been following me. I just didn't know his name.
Let me tell you a story about Little Rock ’n’ Roll Angel.
And when I say little, I don't mean I was five years old tearing down the walls of the house with Led Zeppelin.
That wasn't my childhood.
When I was little, the music moving through our house was what we called soul and R&B.
Stevie Wonder.
The Commodores.
Parliament-Funkadelic.
Aretha Franklin.
Earth, Wind & Fire.
And so many others.
It was great music. I still listen to it. It had rhythm and movement and groove, and even though I couldn't dance particularly well, I could do that wonderful little-kid dance where you're absolutely convinced you're tearing it up.
I wasn't born throwing these:
🤘
Rock and roll found me later.
And when it did, I was a rookie.
Little Rock ’n’ Roll Angel
By then, I had discovered Queen.
I'd heard some Led Zeppelin. AC/DC had entered the conversation. I was beginning to poke around this enormous universe called rock and roll.
But I didn't have a guide.
I wasn't one of the cool kids.
Actually, let's make that easier.
I wasn't one of the cool kids in ANY group.
😂
I wasn't hanging out with the cool Black Student Union kids.
I wasn't hanging out with the rockers.
I wasn't hanging out with the stoners.
I was the nerdy girl wandering around somewhere between science fiction, fantasy, books, music, schoolwork and whatever was happening inside my imagination.
So I learned rock and roll through little expeditions.
A song somebody played.
Something on the radio.
An album I happened across.
A name scribbled somewhere.
And one day, I started seeing two words.
MOB RULES.
What Exactly Is the Mob Planning?
I saw it written on a locker.
Then somebody had scratched it into the dirt behind the school.
Then I walked into a classroom between periods and somebody had written:
MOB RULES
on the blackboard.
The teacher promptly erased it.
Well.
I had questions.
😂
Understand something about the world I came from.
My parents had lived through and participated in the Civil Rights Movement. I grew up hearing about marches, freedom, injustice, protest and people standing together against systems they believed needed to change.
Words about movements meant something to me.
So naturally, young Angel concluded there must be some kind of social commentary happening here.
What was Mob Rules?
Who was the mob?
What exactly did they rule?
Was there some underground movement forming among America's teenagers that I had somehow missed?
Was society in danger?
I finally asked my mother.
She didn't know what the hell I was talking about either.
As far as she was concerned, kids were probably just being rebellious.
Go do your homework.
😂
So I did.
Mystery unsolved.
But those words stayed in my head.
Mob Rules.
I didn't know it yet, but I'd already encountered Ronnie James Dio.
Enter Black Sabbath
Back then, if you weren't actually part of rock culture, certain bands arrived in your consciousness through reputation long before you heard their music.
And Black Sabbath?
Ohhhh, Black Sabbath had a reputation.
Dark.
Dangerous.
Sinister.
Depending upon whom you asked, probably responsible for the imminent collapse of Western civilization.
😂
I didn't know the catalog.
I didn't know the history.
I certainly didn't understand yet that the band had already undergone one of the most important changes in heavy metal history.
Ozzy Osbourne was out.
And in 1979, Ronnie James Dio came in.
Dio had already spent years making music. His career stretched back to the 1950s, eventually taking him through Elf and then into Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow in 1975. With Rainbow, that enormous voice helped create records that would become part of hard rock's foundation. Then he was handed an assignment that sounds almost impossible in retrospect:
Replace Ozzy Osbourne in Black Sabbath.
He didn't try to become Ozzy.
Thank God.
He became Ronnie James Dio in Black Sabbath.
Heaven and Hell arrived in 1980.
Then came Mob Rules in 1981.
There were my mysterious words.
I just hadn't made the connection yet.
That required a movie.
My Mother Let Me See Heavy Metal
Okay.
We need to talk about my mother for a moment.
I loved animation.
I loved fantasy.
I loved science fiction.
This was long before being an anime fangirl was something anybody around me understood.
Then in 1981, this absolutely crazy animated movie called Heavy Metal came out.
And somehow...
my mother let me go see it.
😂
Mom.
I love you.
But I have questions.
Because Heavy Metal wasn't exactly Saturday-morning animation.
It was wild and violent and sexy and strange and fantastic, and I loved it.
I still love it.
And near the end of the anthology came the story that really got me.
Taarna.
A female warrior.
A sword.
Evil forces.
Fantasy.
Basically somebody had figured out how to get Angel's attention.
And then the music kicked in.
“The Mob Rules.”
There it was.
Those words again.
Only now they had guitars attached.
The Heavy Metal soundtrack actually contains an alternate take of Black Sabbath's “The Mob Rules.”
Suddenly the great teenage revolutionary conspiracy was beginning to make sense.
It was a song.
It was Black Sabbath.
Mystery solved.
Except I had just opened another mystery.
Who was singing?
Late-Night Radio
My radio was my best friend.
I didn't have a big group of friends surrounding me. I had my studies. I had my stories. I had my family.
And I had the radio.
At night, especially, I listened.
One night, I was in my room with the local rock station playing. It couldn't have been terribly late because I was a good kid. If I was told to go to bed, I went to bed.
But it was dark.
I remember that.
And our late-night DJ came on.
I wish I could remember his name.
He was fun. He had personality. And that night he was excited.
He had something.
Something new.
Something we weren't supposed to hear yet.
It wasn't coming out until Monday or sometime soon, but he had gotten his hands on it.
And he was going to play it.
Then...
nothing.
Silence.
Then wind.
This strange atmosphere slowly crawling out of my radio.
A subtle synthesizer.
I remember wondering what was happening.
Was this a horror story?
Some strange radio drama?
What exactly had this man put on?
And then...
The drums.
The guitar.
And finally...
the voice.
My introduction to the man himself.
Ronnie James Dio.
The song was:
“Holy Diver.”
THAT Voice
Holy Diver was released on May 25, 1983, the debut album from Dio's newly formed band after he left Black Sabbath.
The album eventually went platinum. “Holy Diver,” “Rainbow in the Dark” and “Stand Up and Shout” became defining Dio songs, and the record grew into one of heavy metal's enduring classics.
But I didn't know any of that sitting beside my radio.
I only knew:
What is that VOICE?
And here's where we need to discuss one of the great pieces of rock-and-roll folklore surrounding Ronnie James Dio.
Everybody seemed to know that Dio had been an opera singer.
At least, that's what we said.
I heard some version of that story more than once.
And honestly?
Why would we question it?
Listen to the man.
That range.
That control.
The power.
The way he could stretch a note.
The way he could roar without the sound simply disintegrating into screaming.
Of course he'd studied opera.
What other explanation could there possibly be?
Except apparently...
he hadn't.
Dio said he had never received formal vocal training.
The legend wasn't true.
But I understand why we believed it.
We needed an explanation for that voice.
So we gave him one.
Then I Started Going Backward
This is where my Ronnie James Dio education really began.
Because once I knew who he was, I started discovering that I'd already encountered him.
Wait.
He sang with Black Sabbath?
That's the guy from “Mob Rules”?
Wait.
RAINBOW?
He's THAT guy too?
Suddenly I'm following the trail backward.
Elf.
Rainbow.
Black Sabbath.
Dio.
Later Heaven & Hell.
His professional career had begun in 1957. By 1975 he was singing with Ritchie Blackmore in Rainbow. In 1979 came Black Sabbath. In 1982 he left Sabbath and formed Dio, whose records would sell millions around the world. His career ultimately stretched across more than half a century.
This wasn't a guy who wandered into heavy metal for a few good records.
He helped build the damn house.
Dio Made Metal Mythic
There was another reason Dio's world made sense to me.
Fantasy.
Dragons.
Swords.
Kings.
Demons.
Magic.
Good.
Evil.
Dreamers.
Rainbows.
This was heavy metal speaking a language my imagination already understood.
I loved science fiction and fantasy before rock and roll found me.
Then here comes this man singing music that sounds like somebody opened the gates of an ancient kingdom, handed everyone an electric guitar and said:
Go.
😂
Dio understood the theater of heavy metal.
And he understood its fans.
The music could be enormous because the imagination behind it was enormous.
And Then There Were the Horns 🤘
You don't even need me to explain that symbol, do you?
That's the point.
Ronnie James Dio didn't invent the gesture, and he never claimed that he did.
He said he learned it from his Italian grandmother. The maloik was associated with warding off the evil eye.
But Dio popularized the horns in heavy metal culture until they became one of rock's most universally recognized gestures.
Think about that legacy for a moment.
Different country.
Different language.
Different band.
Somebody raises:
🤘
We know.
Rock and roll.
That's Dio.
The Rocker Behind the Monster
There's another part of his legacy that deserves its flowers.
In 1985, while the larger music world was rallying around efforts like Band Aid and USA for Africa, Dio helped organize Hear 'n Aid.
Heavy metal musicians came together to record “Stars” and raise money for famine relief in Africa.
According to Dio's official biography, the project raised more than $2 million within its first year.
I love that piece of the story.
Because outsiders loved portraying heavy metal as this frightening world filled with dangerous people doing terrible things.
Meanwhile Ronnie James Dio was gathering the rockers and essentially saying:
People need help. Let's do something.
That matters too.
“Rainbow?”
Years passed.
I grew up.
And eventually I met a young man.
We started spending time together. We were getting to know one another. We weren't even quite at the fully established boyfriend title yet.
And we were discovering that we came from very different worlds.
One day we were driving somewhere.
Where?
No idea.
It was years ago.
The radio was on and the rock was rocking until the station went to commercial.
But apparently the music inside my head hadn't gotten the memo.
I was bopping along to an imaginary song.
Then, for whatever reason, I sang one line aloud:
“I'm the man on the silver mountain...”
The young man beside me looked over.
His eyes widened.
He smiled.
“Rainbow?”
I stopped.
“Yeah. Ritchie Blackmore and the gang. Ronnie James Dio. Before Joe Lynn Turner.”
Well, well.
Apparently this one knew things.
😂
That wasn't the magical moment when I suddenly realized I had found my future husband.
That particular discovery involved football and the San Francisco 49ers.
Another story.
But something did click.
Rock and roll became one of the places where two people from different worlds discovered common ground.
And eventually, concerts would become part of the rhythm of our relationship.
Funny how Dio found his way into my story again.
And Then They Came Back
One of the things I loved about Dio was that he didn't simply become a relic from my youth.
He kept going.
And late in his career came one hell of a return.
Dio reunited with Tony Iommi, Geezer Butler and Vinny Appice, his old Black Sabbath collaborators. Performing as Heaven & Hell, they took that music back onto the road, released Live from Radio City Music Hall in 2007, and then did something even better:
They made new music.
The Devil You Know arrived in 2009.
Think about what that meant for those of us who had grown up with these guys.
The kids got older.
The musicians got older.
Life happened.
Music changed.
Heavy metal changed.
But suddenly the old guard was back onstage.
Not embalmed.
Not pretending it was still 1981.
Playing.
Creating.
Reminding everybody why we'd cared in the first place.
And Dio's work on The Devil You Know earned him the Best Metal Singer honor at the 2010 Revolver Golden Gods Awards.
He accepted it in person.
It would be his final public appearance.
The Day One of Our Voices Went Silent
On May 16, 2010, Ronnie James Dio died after battling stomach cancer.
He was 67.
I know the phrase “the day the music died” belongs to another moment in rock-and-roll history.
But for me?
For a lot of rockers of my generation?
That day felt like one of ours.
Because Ronnie James Dio wasn't merely another celebrity whose death appeared in the news.
That voice had been there.
In Rainbow.
In Sabbath.
In Dio.
In our cars.
On our radios.
At our concerts.
On our records.
In our bedrooms.
In those ridiculous arguments about which singer was better.
In the music we used to recognize one another.
And suddenly...
he was gone.
There's a moment that begins happening when you've lived long enough with music.
The people who created your soundtrack begin leaving.
At first, the music feels immortal.
Then one day you realize the people who made it aren't.
That one hurt.
Long Live Rock ’n’ Roll
The strange thing is that Dio never really disappeared.
His music is still being discovered.
Holy Diver is still celebrated and reissued decades later. His recordings with Rainbow and Black Sabbath remain part of the foundation of heavy metal. The horns he helped popularize are still raised at concerts around the world. His official legacy encompasses a career of more than fifty years and tens of millions of records sold.
And there's something beautifully appropriate about that.
Because the first time I encountered Ronnie James Dio, I didn't even know I'd encountered him.
He was two mysterious words written around my school.
MOB RULES.
Then he was the voice exploding through an animated fantasy film.
Then one night, sitting alone with my radio, I heard wind.
A synthesizer.
Drums.
Guitar.
And finally...
him.
That's the night I really heard Ronnie James Dio.
Only later did I understand what I'd stumbled into.
A singer.
A songwriter.
A showman.
A rocker.
A man whose career crossed generations and some of the most important bands in heavy metal.
A little man with a voice big enough to fill an arena.
And one of the people who helped turn heavy metal into something larger than music.
He made it mythology.
So today I'm raising these for you, Ronnie.
🤘🤘
The mysterious revolution at my school turned out not to be a revolution after all.
It was rock and roll.
And maybe Mom was right.
I probably should have just done my homework.
But I'm awfully glad...
I kept listening.
Thank you for taking another trip back with me through Rock ’n’ Roll Angel.
If Ronnie James Dio was part of your soundtrack, tell me where you found him first. Rainbow? Black Sabbath? Dio? And what song still makes you throw the horns?
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Until next time...
Keep the memories alive. Keep the stories coming. And whatever you do... turn it up.
— Dr. AY Heath (Angel)
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