Dangerous Metal
A long time ago I was really into metal bands, including gnarly stuff like Anthrax and other stuff I can’t even remember any longer. I liked Megadeth. I’m trying to remember if I ever saw them live and I don’t think so.

I think the craziest show I went to was Helloween and I can still listen to that. I’m pretty sure Armored Saint was the headliner and the crowd was insane and I was bumped around and my watch torn from my wrist. My friend Yvette dragged us out of the pit which took over everything including the nice place we were standing. I also saw Racer X a couple of times and those shows were pretty crazy. Crazy means rowdy mosh pit and ratio of men to women about 10,293 to 1.

Even as I write this, it’s hard to believe that I’m the person I’m writing about. It seems like a long ago dream. A few years ago I pulled out my Megadeth tape and I lasted about 1.5 songs. I used to like the noise to fill up my head. These days I like the sound of my thoughts a lot better.

I think I’ve written this before but when I was in college I had a friend that was quite a bit older than me and she told me that some day I would be more comfortable with my thoughts and wouldn’t need all that loud noise. I thought she was crazy. Turns out she was right.

If anyone knows Whitney of Santa Barbara: tell her she was right.

A couple of years ago I wrote a story about my love of metal which you can find here. Back in the day I read about this thrash metal band called Savage Thrust and bought their record and the guy at the record store asked me if I knew them. I did not. But apparently I wrote them a fan letter which I have zero memory of.

I was never a huge fan letter writer but every once in awhile I’d jet off a little love note to a band. These days I’m big on writing complaint letters to websites where I think the usability is crap. Recent recipients are the Columbian (local news) and the federal government bookstore with a terrible, terrible search function.

Savage Thrust (Ed) sent me a postcard which I have scanned for your reading pleasure. My poor scrapbook is falling apart because I keep cutting stuff out to scan.

Ed found my post and told me there’s a tribute site. Savage Thrust. You should go check out what you missed.