Last night, I saw the Norwegian Black Metal band, Immortal live at B.B. Kings here in New York City. It was awesome, though I would have liked to hear more songs from my favorite album of theirs and some fire breathing would have been pretty cool (I’m guessing the fire codes won’t allow it here). There were plenty of spikes, corpsepaint, smoke machines and an audience near entirely in black clothing. I managed to get up in front of the stage and the show was loud enough to make the fabric of my jeans shake against my leg. I left the show completely wrecked, wandered down to 34th and threw my ass on a train to Brooklyn. I went to bed with my ears ringing.

This morning, I feel like my eardrums have been punched in. I’m old and already have below optimal hearing, so I think from now on, I’m going to wear ear filters. I’ve heard good things about these ones and i think I’ll give them a whirl. I just wish they weren’t so dorky looking.

Plenty of show photos can be seen here.