Hey! ¬†A Blog! ¬†Nice. ¬†So the year is coming to a close and that leads to us thinking back, recalling all the radicalness that the year 2009 gave us. ¬†And there was LOTS! ¬†Good shows, good releases and good times all around. ¬†And we will GET to some of that action soon enough. ¬†For NOW though, a couple stories. ¬†Only a couple, although we have MANY... because Kev and I were talking about how awesome we have gotten to be in the last few years thanks to The Rock and our fav three hours of the week: METAL SHOP! ¬†Here's a story that's near and dear to my heart.......
It was approximately SIX years ago. ¬†Hanging out alone, backstage at The Moore, waiting for Arch Enemy to hit the stage... ¬†Now, I had gotten there a little late, but it was hard to be bummed out on the fact because a lil band we call SLAYER (they ripped that place apart by the way) was hitting the stage shortly after good ol Arch Enemy was done jud jud shredding us. ¬†I always take advantage of free... ANYthing, so there I am enjoying some fresh salsa, chips and a can of Sprite when a man I had never met at that point, a man by the name of Tom moseyed over to the food table. ¬†I had met a couple of the dudes in Slayer but never TOM! ¬†Did he look menacing? ¬†Not really. ¬†Was he Tom Araya, the FRONT man of a band that not only every bro I have respects, but has been fronting this "Slayer" metal act since when my Mom had to dress me and cut up my french toast? ¬†Yep.
I don't get nervous often. ¬†I pride myself on this. ¬†It DOES happen, though. ¬†Once in a blue moon. ¬†USUALLY when someone I look up to ends up being more generous with their time and even COOLER than I expected. ¬†That's what went down. ¬†I HAD to do SOMEthing. ¬†It's just Tom and I in this huge room (almost actually a floor underneath the stage) at The Moore. ¬†I had no interview planned and no greeting ready for the quiet and relaxed-looking Mr Araya. ¬†Fishing through my pockets like people tend to do when thinking, almost hoping to find an answer deep down in there somewhere, I come upon a couple trading cards. ¬†BINGO! ¬†One, being a Rock Girl 2003 Trading Card and the other, METAL SHOP. ¬†Yes! ¬†I can give him my card!
So with a non intrusive, "Hey there...Tom?", I shove my hand out with the cards, tell him about my little radio thing I do, quickly, thank him for being so BADASS all these years and give a grin. ¬†He returns it and thanks me, takes the cards, and well, what more do I need! ¬†I walk back over to the chips and chow on a few, feeling quite satisfied with myself. ¬†It could end there and the night would be an 'A' in my book. ¬†But no, Mr Reign in Blood walks over to the table and starts interviewing ME about Metal Shop! ¬†I think it was the combo of it being HIM on top of this look he had. ¬†Not like, jeans and sleeveless shirt look. ¬†Like, the look of a dude that has been around the world a few times, knows what he stands for and will judge YOU far slower than you, him. ¬†That's it! ¬†I don't even know what we talked about. ¬†It was only five minutes, but one of my favorite five I can recall. ¬†It was a lil bit like hanging with Santa Clause! ¬†But if like, he was from Chile and sang about Dead Skin Masks...you know?