Eight Hours

In eight hours, I will have the new CD in my paws.

I cannot describe to you what the Destroyers mean to me, and have meant to me for so long now. Fifteen years! Oh, that fateful day when my best buddy lent me his Maverick cassette and I took it home, put on my headphones, and I came alive. It was like falling in love at first sight - I knew from the first notes of "Gear Jammer" that I'd found musical nirvana, my home. Nothing else does it for me like the Destroyers do.

And following in the grand tradition, I will be at the record store the moment it opens to purchase my copy of the new CD. In '91 I had to skip school for Boogie People, and I've skipped work for every other album. Today will be no different. I owe it to the band. I owe it to myself.