To Live Is To Die.

"When a man lies he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths that men miscall their lives. All this I cannot bear to witness any longer. Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?"

The second concert I attended in my formative years took place on Saturday, 1st of October, 1988. The venue was a community sports hall called the Antrim Forum in Northern Ireland. Antrim is a large town about 20 miles outside of Belfast and not a place that was known for hosting music events. In fact, I believe only four major concerts have ever been held in Antrim. And unknown to me or the other attendees, this would be the last of them.

I was 15 years old. The band playing that night were Metallica and they were supported by a relatively unknown act called Danzig; I didn't realise what I was witnessing at the time. Is that not the case for most great things that happen in our lives? Maybe we aren't even aware of their greatness when they are happening. It's only with the passage of time and the benefit of hindsight we realise how good we had it.