Daily ticket stories
It occurs to me that Saturday, August 13th, 1994 was the first time I had ever woken up at a music festival, namely Woodstock ’94…
On November 3rd, 2009 I saw Metallica for what I suspect will be the last time…
On September 13th, 1992 I found myself in a scalper office in Toronto…
When Metallica hit the stage they did so in a blistering cavalcade of open-E palm-muted sixteenth notes absolutely synched with Lars Ulrich’s double kick drum flams. Out of the gate they were undeniably the tightest band my young ears had ever heard and I was hooked in for the next two hours…
Todd Man Out 