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site de rencontre ado celibataire Watching Patton stationed behind the laptop like a DJ brought a strange dynamic to an already unusual show; Tomahawk, as all of Patton’s projects are, is avant garde metal. It sounds unlike anything else; there is no formula, except add four talented musicians and see what happens. In the rare moments that Patton emerged from his DJ booth, he lunged at the crowd with his trademark ferocity that has driven fans wild for years. I was reminded that he’s my favorite rapper.
try this web-site When he spoke to the crowd, he either spoke in Spanish or about the Lakers (but not in Spanish about the Lakers). He was, of course, wearing a Lakers shirt.
read this article Into the encore, the show wrapped up with an awesome cover of George Jones’ “Just One More”, which made this Texan’s little heart pitter patter.
Through the years of writing this, I’ve come to understand the three distinct buckets of fanship: loving the band, understanding the band is good and appreciating that, but not necessarily subscribing to the music, and hating it all. Perhaps the cerebralness of Patton’s brand of metal is edging from bucket 2 to 1 with age for me.