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Some Kind of Monster
I was almost late for work this morning because, for some reason, I started watching the just-released Metallica documentary "Some Kind of Monster." I am only about 20 minutes in; however, I am hooked. It's got that whole Behind the Music feeling where you know something bad is bound to happen.

I used to listen to Metallica in junior high and high school(Ride the Lightning, Master of Puppets) and even went to a couple of their concerts over the years (opening for Ozzy on Master of Puppets, headlining their Black Album tour).

The last one I attended was actually in college. I wasn't really a fan of the music anymore; however, a fraternity brother of mine loved them (and I had access to tickets and backstage passes). So I went for old time's sake, I guess.

After the show, we were backstage when we saw James Hetfield hanging out and drinking a beer in the hall. He didn't really seem to be doing anything, so we figured it would be OK to go up and talk to him. When we approached him to ask for an autograph, he belched beer in our faces, scribbled "Jaymz" on a piece of paper and quickly went back into their dressing room. A real charmer.

Later, Jason Newsted walked past us wearing a sweater and glasses ('cause that's so metal), but we didn't say anything to him (We had decided to not approach anyone else after the "Jaymz" incident). Newsted, however, still felt compelled to hold up us his hand (to imply "Don't bother me") when he passed us. Dork.

I pledged on that day to never put another penny into their stonewashed pockets. So, I can't wait for the scenes in the movie when they go to rehab (Is that wrong?)! Buuuuurrrrrpp!