A kid who hangs out at our band practices needed a ride to the Metallica/Godsmack concert tonight so guess who volunteered.  I'd always said I wanted to go see a Metallica concert...kinda like I've also always wanted to see open heart surgery and a plane crash.  It's just something to have seen.

So, when I get home, if I'm not driven mad by the Tinitus, I'll try to write a brief review. 

In the meantime, I'm taping my middle and ring fingers down, putting some preperatory ben gay on my neck and preparing to rock...perhaps for the last time.

PRH