Sabbath

I'm wearing two wrist bands.  One is two weeks old and is from Alyson Chains and Toology.  Yesterday, since Myles had to pick Jacob up at midnight, Myles wanted to go out.  Ozzie and Metallica were playing.  They aren't really Ozzy or Metallica.  They do a full concert and as best they can become the band they cover.

I didn't really want to go see Ozzy last night.  A big reason we were going was because Myles was afraid he'd crash on the couch and couldn't stand the thought of dragging himself to pick Jacob up at midnight.  He wanted to stay occupied.  Over the past month, Myles had turned me down on Toology and David Grissom.  Saying "no" was easy.  After a game of pool across the street, Myles said, "Well, I'll see you guys."  I said, "You are going?"  He said, "Yes."  I turned to Richard and winced as if to say, "Can I?"  Richard said, "GO."

On the way to the concert I said, "Look, one night Richard keeps me up, next night Larry's over, now -you-. And I can guarantee you that Mark is going to be ramping it up tomorrow.  So while you guys get the nights off, I'm on all the time.  You guys are gonna wear me out."

When it's on it's on and it turned out great.  I'd almost say "it was an experience".  The show was one of the first shows in a long time where the crowd got into it - where the band began to feed off the crowd.  The tension of not being Ozzie dropped.  Things loosened - Ozzy was Ozzy.  Between ovations, I hollered, "War Pigs!"  Ozzie smiled and said, "We're going to do a little Black Sabbath."  With that, the opening riff for "War Pigs" belted from the stage.

For a fleeting moment during the whole ruckus,  a quiet calm came over me.  I don't know what caused it.  It could have been when I knew that not only was the band past the point of working up the crowd but Myles was Smyles.  It could have been the woman who hollered in my ear, "You rock!"  Or maybe it was the guy that patted my back.  Maybe it was when Jacob called and said he had a ride home and we could stay as long as we wanted.  Maybe it was retro dude with the Black Sabbath t-shirt under his tasseled leather jacket.  Maybe it was the conversation with the girl with BIG glasses.

So now things are cranked up at Marks.  Larry and I are going to build tomato cages when he gets back with the supplies.  I don't know what's going to happen but I gotta go see Mark.  It'd be a crime not to.

I feel like I'm on tour.