Too Heavy to Hail Metallica

Listen, like the grandfather who bought the shiny rock for the young girlfriend with a check knowing the bank was empty but the weekend procured, the rock of a different kind, here talking about Metallica, is alive and well and rattling my senses to the core, drowning out voices, and generally too heavy to properly hail in the old Viking arms-over-your-head sense. But oh, the songs. When I saw them years ago the grated remains of Queensrike still permeated the stadium floor, but the symbols of justice loomed large over the flying fingers of James and Kirk. Hey, check that out. James Kirk.