I've abandoned church early to pay visage to the weary travellers and have found myself at Raunch Records. Arriving first, I help myself to a European pressing of Metallica's Creeping Death EP, flip through some zines and wait.
"I understand that the only thing “coastal” about the state is the salty brines of the “Great” Salt Lake, but in my feeble, corn-fed psyche, anything left of Iowa was lined with palm trees and featured in a Dr. Dre video."
What began as "cub reporter/childhood wrestling fan highlights local SLC attractions" quickly morphed into a full blown mark-out extravaganza with me waving a recorder into the faces of various wrestlers and behind-the-scenes production assistants.
Dreams of Super Fire Pro
Some of those "live" albums you've been treasuring since the 70's, are faker than a pro wrestling storyline.
Kids play 'em, adults play 'em, fictional presidents play 'em.
When the girl says "I wanna jump Rob Halford's BONES" in 'Heavy Metal Parking Lot'
Sometimes you chat with Dave Wyndorf about the stooges. Sometimes about Breaking Bad.
Right now, though, all I can focus on is the fact that King Diamond’s already been brought up twice.
Summer music is not exclusively about palm trees and girlfriends.
"Solid Carhartt's are his new thing cuz he can't stand that Urban Streetwear tomfoolery."