Living in the hub of five valleys can be a little bit claustrophobic at times, even for an islander; like being trapped under ice. So it is great to have the suburbs to retreat to for a little bit of culture and rejuvenation.
While high couture big city folk might find Nirvana in a getaway to a spa with a hot spring, it can be just as enjoyable for us Zoolanders to get out of the friendly confines and catch a show within a days drive. The Doctor had ordered me to get Led out, so, together with D.G., we joined Wolfie on a road trip for his 30th Metallica show, in Seattle; the last one in the country on this tour, their first emerald city concert in 17 years, and my first since seeing them in Copenhagen 1992.
The big smoke was almost as bad as Western Montana and the skyscrapers of downtown were barely visible. We knocked back a few Pyramid beers and a pizza with some local friends, R2-2E, TC-3, and a fellow named Sweaters before being run through a maze of uninformed security to find ourselves on the floor of The Clink.
If you were looking to find a couple of Montana boys at a concert, try the mosh pit…or the bar. A few opening $8 Red Hooks during the first numbers until For Whom The Bell Tolls starts. I discuss with D.G. the reasons for taking my father’s advice (1 out of 2 times in my life) and not joining the military. D.G. joined the Marines against his family’s wishes (during peace though) and when S-11 happened, he knew he was off to war. We discussed philosophy relating to the hypocrisy of soldiers playing Metallica in combat while those very songs are actually anti-war anthems. He rebutted and explained to me simply that the irony was not lost on them, but it didn’t matter because there was something about it; the rhythm, the words. On that note we downed our beers in one and marched from the back to the front.
My favorite part was when they played Wherever I May Roam, for some reason it spoke to me the most. My other favorite moment was rucking over the pit and delivering some forearm shivers during Seek and Destroy. Jiminy Christmas. Although, my very favorite part with a cherry on top was being there with friends whom I admire and do not see enough. Though we didn’t see Wolfie for the whole duration of the concert, we sure as hell got our fair share of him on the trip.
There is quite a bustling social scene downtown near the stadiums, where I was served the strongest Margarita I have ever tasted in a communist state and a pizza. 2E and I then left the others in the hands of Captain America and headed back home for another pizza and a bottle of water.
Mike 3 – Pizzas 0.
Bonus: writing off the trip in our taxes (but that is a whole other story).
Moral of the inside story: the Kiwi will always mess it up if Ninja Jesus doesn’t kill him first.
“It is not about the destination, but the long, weary trip home.” -The Neighbor.
I am currently waiting for the results of my blood test to see if the Led is out, but the Doctor has ordered me to go see Slayer at the K-Amp…just to make sure.