Monday Metal

Metallica hasn't done anything right in 30 years, hates its fans, produced a documentary that made them look like complete pussies and this suck-ass album, but Some Kind of Monster is awesome and is a pretty good representation of how we feel at the moment:

Lars' vanity project in which he thinks we all wanna hear him bang on those drums. The album has not one lead from Kirk Hemmett, which is a musical crime. No wonder Jason Neustadt left. 

At first we thought posting this song was trite, obvious, as if it's new. Good god, Some Kind of Monster is 17 years old. We got this CD for our birthday our 30th birthday. We had all the family and most of our friends over. It was great. We were living in a rustic old farmhouse in Peapack, New Jersey, a Colonial with low ceilings, beams and really wide floor boards. The nails were 200 + years old. 

Our first magazine article, a 2000 word peace had just been published in Strategy & Tactics. We were rediscovering Led Zeppelin. We'd just begun writing A Line Through the Desert. Hah, we thought we'd be done by the end of the summer. Oh that sweet summer child. We'd be done in two years. What what a grind. A Line Through the Desert never did sell. Neither did Blooms.* We were looking forward to a our first fulltime teaching gig at a second rate unnamed Orthodox Jewish Yeshiva on 249 Terhune Avenue in Passaic, New Jersey. Pricks.

Exit question: who do you want to punch more, Lars or James? Lars right? It's gotta be Lars. 'Fuuuuuuuuuuck.'

*You people better buy a couple copies of Blooms this week or this blog's going on strike. Try me, motherfuckers.