Holy Cow

I'm India right now.
For only the second time in my life, and the first time alone.
I don't know anybody here.
My only piece of luggage was lost and my driver never picked me up to take me to the hotel.
Someone get me a burger before I flip out.

The Most Epic Thing Ever?

Who cries for the children? Ronnie James Dio does, that's who.



Help me decide: did 80's over-indulgence reach its hairsprayed pinnacle with this wankfest disguised as a charity event, complete with a ridiculous 9-person, 5 minute guitar solo? Or perhaps that glorious nadir was reached with MAB's unholy union of two axes into one earth-shattering metal machine? Don't ask why I need to know.