the 4th star

Slayer/Megadeth
MTS Centre

I don’t go to every show that comes to town. I mean, it’s not like I’m this guy, but I do frequent my fair share of venues. As a result of this semi-regular concert-going, my ears appreciate the little rubber case I usually carry with me when going out. In this little rubber case, I keep the two ear plugs that came with it and a few extra-strength Advils. Gel caps. Just in case someone has a headache or something like that. When Megadeth came on, the ear plugs went in and everything was fine. Killed by the headcrusher. Whatever that meant. Slayer came on next. It was so loud and intense, I had to push my ear plugs further in towards my brain. At one point I think they were touching each other. That maneuver produced moderate returns on hearing protection, though, so I was forced to chart a new course. This song is about murder. Remember those gel caps I mentioned off the top? Well, they came in quite handy when I also plugged them into my ears. It worked, and prevented a sure headache after the show. It was like my own personal Angel of Death. Or Deaf. Yes, the sound and intensity of Slayer proved to be quite the conundrum. A human could barely tolerate the volume, but the experience was extremely addictive. At one point of the show, a friend who was sitting next to me in the suite texted the following: I am scared. Good. Go with that feeling. Pretty sure I was the only one wearing a pink hoodie at the show. Yeah, that’s right. How do you like dem apples, metal?