At least you get to see somebody.      Here where I live nobody, and I mean nobody ever gets within 111 miles of here, and that figure is courtesy of the fact that Tulsa Oklahoma is the closest city that has live concerts of almost any kind.      Even with the University Of Arkansas having its home campus here in Fayetteville, most of the live entertainment, if you can call it that is watered down horse piss alternative, semi-redneck southern rock cover bands (like I need to hear a bad Black Crows cover) or country bumpkin crap.      There is a bit of a jazz scene though, believe it or not, and those handfuls of bands are excellent.
     But as usual, most assholes consider metal of any type to be idiotic, something to make fun of, the music and its fans.      But they take some folk “artist” for fine intellectual entertainment even though Folkie couldn’t play advanced guitar if his life depended on it.      Go figure.       Who wants to hear some half-assed singer play an original that is about his dog and the leaves changing colors?      I know one guy who all of a sudden a few years ago decided he was going to be a rock star, basing that qualification on the fact that he knew two chords on an acoustic.
      He then started growing his hair long, which didn’t help because he’s already ugly as fuck, and “wrote” songs that went back and forth between those two chords, over and over and over.      He makes CD’s and hands them out, but doesn’t come near me.
      That’s because I do play guitar, lead and I compose real tunes.      I’ve given out a few rough demos and everybody digs them.      So I guess he doesn’t want to be shown up.      As much as I love metal, my original stuff goes every which way.     But hey, I can play a serviceable lead break!
      Anyway, that’s about it from here.      Shadows Fall came through a while back and that was it.      And who can blame them?      The dives around here are so small they have no room to play anyway.      So don’t feel too bad if a favorite band doesn’t make it through Philly.      You’re in easy driving distance of a bunch of good sized towns, like Wilmington, Harrisburg, Baltimore.      It’s a better situation for live music by far than down here in Bible belt redneck country.      I love Philly, by the way and can’t wait to get back to the Reading Terminal Market for a philly cheese steak.
      But you can’t keep a good metalhead down.      I listened to Carcass on the way to work, Motorhead at work, and Death (“Human”) and Skeleton Witch’s new one when I got home.      I will listen to Autopsy on the way in tomorrow.     Not bad for a 50 year old geezer, is it?