I find it interesting that the days before and immediately after this Testament show was/is snowy and miserable. A cancellation would not have surprised me, but on Monday the 25th, the sun was shining and the Interstate highway nice and clean…as if a gift from the Metal Gods telling me I must attend the show. So, after a full day of work and a 103 mile drive to Denver with my GPS voiced by America’s best Dad Homer Simpson, I made my way to the Summit Music Hall in downtown Denver, CO. My goal was to get there before Flotsam and Jetsam, but as luck would have it I arrived in time to see all the bands…which was a super bonus.
Back in the day, going to a show was priority and when we got there it was all about good friendly violent fun. The mosh pit; the epicenter of all that is angst was the place to be to let off a little steam. I remember one of my first pit experiences fondly. It was (almost positive) on August 19th 1990, at a dive club called “The Channel” in Boston, MA. I think this may have actually been my first club show. Death Angel was the headliner supporting their album Act III and opening for them was another bay area band, Forbidden. We also saw a couple of local bands – Cardinal Sin and Atomicaust. The pit was an intimidating sight to see – all that hair, sweat, and movement. People were diving off the railings; it was complete chaos…the kind I wanted to be a part of…and so I jumped in with both feet and off I went. Needless to say it was a marvelous, exciting, and bruising time, but damn I felt good…so good that I remember that show to this day down to the six other people I went with…we all crammed into a small Hyundai I think – one dude in the trunk for the hour-long trip to Boston and then back. That’s the shit we did to get to the show and get into the pit.