Tip of my non-existent hat goes to Blabbermouth.net for giving me some shameless self-promotion.
I was thinking today, after some recent conversations with friends why I've wanted to go to the States for such a long time and not put Europe (metal fans in particular wonder that) or Asia or wherever else.
Because I used to have dreams about it as a kid - I'd go to school and be searched by burly African-American guards with voices in the sub-audible range, shuffle through metal-detectors and be bumped into by jocks on the way to my locker. Then the school bully would ask for my lunch money (could've been any denomination, Seppo money all looks the same) to which I would refuse. Then he would shoot me in the kneecap and I'd wake up with a sense of accomplishment. (Why did I never bang the cheerleader though?)
That's right, I had juvenile delinquent, school going, 2nd Amendment embracing grievous injuries as wish fulfillment.
Did a fairly brisk interview with Rob from Chimaira last Thursday; got a very, VERY highly anticipated on with Andrew Craighan, the master guitarist behind My Dying Bride this Thursday. Can't wait for that one!