As the popularity of the band heightened in late 1998, the need for a security detail to protect the band members from groupies and stage crashers became quite evident. Equally evident at the time was the clear danger of dishonest members in the audience creating bootleg audio and video recordings of Voodoo DeVille's electric performances. In response to this urgent need, the band brought Killer
on board as the Voodoo DeVille Director of Security. Killer comes to the position with a stellar resume. In the past, he has provided security services for a veritable "who's who" in the music industry. His clients have included the likes of the Stroudsburg High School Show Choir, The Camphill Soltane/Beaver Run Singers, and Bruce Springsteen and The E Street Band, just to name a few. He brings to his position the grit, determination, and resourcefulness he displayed during his stint in 'Nam with the Special Forces. One of his many talents is his ability to walk through a crowd unnoticed due to his mastery of disguise. A little know fact is that he often fills in for Little Steven in the E Street Band while the real Little Steven is working on the set of The Sopranos. This has also enabled him to master the subtleties of the air guitar. Killer is keenly aware of the importance of enthusiastic fans to the band's success. But he knows that there are limits to acceptable behavior. In a recent interview in Security Guard Monthly
, Killer said "This band is for your enjoyment, but rowdy offenders will not be tolerated. And keep your drinks off the sound system!"
Killer attacks his security with relish and gusto, but he soon found the incognito life of a security man too constraining. His creative juices compelled him to seek broader exposure to share the innner Killer. So Killer went to his guru and mentor -- the Boss, Bruce Springsteen. The Boss' advice was simple and to the point. Pick up a Telecaster and play.
So Killer went to the woodshed and learned the chords of the blues (all 3 of them). He studied day and night to learn the lyrics of Johnny B. Goode
. And then, at one of the gigs at the St. Peters Inn
(after the rowdy crowd had been brought under control through his strict discipline), the Killer stepped up, taped the lyrics to the mic stand, and belted out his version of Johnny. It was a magic moment to say the least.