We embarked on Boston’s first bone-chilling fall evening last night, me looking like an Aids-ridden Rick Rubin and On&On resembling a poor man’s LL Cool J.
On picked me up in his (new) 95 Buick Park Avenue complete with Pleather Interior and Concert Sound. Offered me a choice of road sodas and we were off to Cambridge. We arrived at the venue thinking it would be at capacity, but that was hardly the case. The attendance was low. A sparse mish-mash of heavy metal dudes, punk rock chicks and other norms who were simply there to see John Goblikon in the flesh.
By 11:15 John took the stage:
The performance was brief but nothing short of incredible imo.
No one survives as the last song as expected. Shortly after we finsished several more beverages and it was time for a crew shot:
We left satisfied.
On drove me home and I hopped out of the whip not fully confident that he would make it home…but deep inside I knew if the gods were to take him, he was forever changed by the power of Goblin Metal.
So yeah nothing crazy happened.