Shot with a Nikkor 50mm f/1.8d lens [amazon.com] …but…but…the magner's is so very very far away… GET THEE TO TUNING MATTIAS, THY AXE SHALT NOT TUNE ITSELF!! I'm going to do things to this microphone…just watch. The show actually started at 11 AM. Mr. Rossetti brings it. The low part, that is. Can't rock right now. Thinking. Check this riff. This one right here. My notes are bendy. Steve's famous red-faced jig has pleased Matty. Yep. That sounds about right. La! Boopy-boopy-boopy-beep-beep….YEAH! Look at me when I'm drumming to you, bish. And so brave Duey began his epic solo, even though it smote him, and did cause him great pain. Fair-bearded Duey did continue to shred, rendering all in ear-shot frozen with fear and awe. With raised hand, he did then commence to rip. Our hoodie-ed hero did then deem it appropriate to rest and did then offer proof that he be mortal, and not descended from the heavens. Fearless Duey did play on, did shred so completely that not even the dreaded Bradford ordinance regarding noise could diminish his furious shredage. …and in the end, our hero, intrepid Duey did conclude his solo, which culminated in numerous panties being torn asunder from female forms, the madiens being most enchanted by his shredocity. Matty gets sleepy. I have my drums and this mic to protect me! Did you like that, maidens? Don't answer. T'was rhetorical.