The Power of The D

The last two days haven’t been great for me. Maybe it was the crappy late shift on Thursday that knocked me out of sorts (must try to keep those in perspective; nothing will be as bad as a late shift at the multiplex) but all I wanted to do on Friday was sleep. Actually, most of us in there were feeling pretty groggy. It was very warm, and the air was pretty stagnant, not helped by the lack of a proper working AC. As a result, my evening was pretty much ruined. It took me about two hours to actually getting around to cooking myself dinner, since lying on my bed and dozing seemed so much more appealing. Then I went to Dave’s party, and I didn’t enjoy myself as much as I would have, although it was good to catch up with my friends, and anyway, he had a great time, so that’s all that matters.

I made my way home half-asleep sometime around midnight, but now that my adrenaline was flowing a bit I didn’t actually get to sleep until after two. I dragged myself into work yesterday feeling like shite, like I was badly hung over, even though I wasn’t drinking. It must have been a bug going through me or something, or my system revolting to the lack of sleep I’ve been getting recently. Whatever it was I somehow made it through the day, and I didn’t get any worse.

Which was a good thing, for just a few hours later, I bore witness to an awesome power. A power so awesome, in fact, that it purged me of my illness, cleansed my very soul.

“What is this power of which you speak?”, you may ask. It is simple, my friend:

The power of the D.

Tenacious D, that is.

Words simply cannot describe the experience. It would be futile of me even to criticise the shiteness of the venue and its security staff or the poseurs and silly kids in the audience, for all was forgotten while basking in the radiant glory of JB and KG. If you ever receive the opportunity to see them live, do not turn it down. Accept it gracefully, and bask in the glory for yourself.

Sun 07 Jul 2002 at 13:27   ·