An OG for the documentary
Posted on 8:17 AM by Rob
I was walking through downtown Keyport some months back and overheard someone with a raspy and lilting voice talk in rapid-fire staccato about how Judas Priest was the greatest band in the world and how when he was young, he once gave his left testicle for a chance to hear them play live. I finished my iced tea and approached this man. He was taller than average, full-bodied in a way that you would imagine Grover Cleveland or Walt Whitman as being. With dark silver long hair, a wispy beard and a corn cob pipe, he looked me up and down. I uttered a few broken phrases regarding metal and documentaries and he shook my hand. It was large. He was in.
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