Oh look, it’s that time of year again when Los Angeles briefly stops pretending to care about new music and gathers to celebrate the glory days of rock while raising money for a good cause—or at least pretending to, between sips of overpriced craft beer and bidding wars on autographed drumsticks no one will ever use.
This year’s “Rock For Ronnie” concert promises to be the ultimate gathering of people who still think spandex is acceptable daytime attire. Scheduled for Sunday, May 31, 2026, from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m., the event will transform the south lawn of the Autry Museum into a time machine set firmly to 1985. The location? Right next to the Los Angeles Zoo, because nothing says “rock and roll” quite like being opposite where actual animals live in captivity.
Radio personality Eddie Trunk will be hosting, which means you can expect approximately 47 stories about how he once shared a parking lot with someone who knew someone who might have been in Deep Purple. The music lineup reads like a classic rock radio station’s desperate attempt to stay relevant: Lita Ford will be there, presumably still wondering why her solo career peaked when people still used landlines. DIO DISCIPLES will perform, which is basically like watching a Beatles tribute band where everyone’s fighting over who gets to be John Lennon. JASON CHARLES MILLER represents whatever passes for “new blood” in this scene—which is to say, he’s probably been around since the Clinton administration but looks slightly less like he needs suspenders to hold up his jeans.
The real excitement comes from LED ZEPAGAIN, a tribute band so committed to their craft that they probably argue over who has to be the “fat years” Robert Plant. And of course, the mysterious EDDIE TRUNK’S ALL-STAR BAND will assemble, featuring a rotating cast of musicians who are either legends clinging to relevance or younger players hoping some of that vintage rock dust will rub off on them.
Tickets are actually reasonably priced if you’re the type of person who considers spending half a day in the sun listening to music your parents loved while eating from food trucks a good time. Early bird general admission is just $25 through February 28, which is practically a steal considering you’re paying to feel nostalgic about a time you probably weren’t even alive for. After that, it jumps to $35, and if you’re really committed to this experience, you can splurge $95 for VIP seating, which presumably includes the privilege of sitting down while everyone else stands.
The event features all the classic rock concert accessories: a silent auction where you can bid on items you’ll forget you bought, live auctions for “one-of-a-kind” collectibles that are mysteriously available every year, and food trucks because nothing complements power ballads quite like artisanal tacos. There’s also a Garden Of Hope, which sounds either deeply meaningful or like something your grandmother would plant geraniums in.
What makes this whole endeavor slightly less ridiculous is that it’s actually for a good cause. The Ronnie James Dio Stand Up And Shout Cancer Fund has raised over $2 million since 2010, funding cancer research at places with names that sound impressively scientific. They’re even working on a saliva test for early cancer detection, which is both brilliant and slightly gross when you think about it too much.
So whether you’re a die-hard Dio fan, someone who still owns more band T-shirts than regular clothes, or just a curious onlooker wondering what all the fuss is about, “Rock For Ronnie” offers something for everyone. Just remember to wear sunscreen, bring water, and prepare yourself for the existential crisis that comes when you realize the musicians on stage are older than your parents but still rocking harder than you ever will.
And if anyone asks why you’re spending your Sunday at a rock concert in a park instead of brunching like a normal person, just tell them you’re doing it for the cancer research. It’s technically true, and it sounds way better than admitting you just really want to hear “Holy Diver” live one more time.
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