The Tune Room

Coming into Roosevelt.

The spot for drinks. 

Sweet Lucy's BBQ.

God bless the strip.

Stay on 4th, under the loop. 

A whirlwind drive.

Cold.

Through the shacktowns of Lubbock.

Near Memphis Avenue.

Cops patrolling for public disturbances.

The slow poke joke.

Busting.

Alright doobie dogs, it's all good from here.

The tow trucks are trolling.

West lot overlooks the highway.

Dashed in past the lit up greenhouse.

Welcomed into the Metallica family.

Typical beer lines and crowds.

Got the comic on the mic.

A debut song tonight.

Working it out in the tune room.

Strawberry jams.

The overwhelming drums.

High fidelity lead licks echoing.

Perfectly timed basslines and transitions.

Then the growl.

Salute the rockers.

They have made a mess of this place.

I know it's only rock and roll.

But I like it.

There is no remedy for metal.

It must destroy.