I want to break Lars. Was watching something last night which was a retro look back on a show that used to be on of a Saturday morning in this country back in the 90's. It was a live music show from 9am where they got a band and a heap of kids in the studio screaming to music, they did news, giveaways etc with a dickhead host who tried to hard to be "young and hip".
It was usually a pretty terrible show but many bands tried to get on simply because of the national exposure it gave them to a teenage/young adult market of people recovering after a Friday night on the booze. One morning they had Metallica play live which at the time even though Metallica was dumbing it down with Load was a pretty big this for a Saturday morning TV with a live crowd of about 50 kids. But the most off putting thing was what would have been a 9am wake up to Lars on the kit with no shirt, his pasty white, almost ghostly, coloured skin on show, his almost skeletal frame, and that goddam fucking tongue flopping around like it had a mind of it's own.
Geez it happened over twenty years ago but seeing it again last night brings back the nightmares of seeing it back then!