Jake Brennan

I was like, oh, that's a question of the week.

Hubba from the 314 writes in, hey, end of the world mix, Tall Dark Stranger by Buck Owens.

Is that a Harlan Howard song?

205, Metallica, Queensryche, January 14th, 1989, BJCC Arena, Birmingham, Alabama.

I was in a mass of people waiting to enter.

And for some reason, they were late opening the arena entrances.

And the section we were waiting in had walls that funneled people towards the set of doors.

And the crowd started getting frustrated and people at the door started chanting angrily.

1, 2, 3, 4, open up the fucking door.

5, 6, 7, 8, open up the fucking gate.

A couple of employees almost opened the doors.

The peoples at the back started pressing forward, crushing us all together against the arena.

None of the groans of pain of people yelling did anything to back off.

We were crushed that way for more than 10 minutes before the venue finally opened a few of the doors, spaced apart.

And I was crushed by the surging crowd into one of the closed doors next to an open one.

My buddy was at the edge of the open door.

We had to work together to drag my body to the open door.

Oh, damn, sounds freaking harrowing.

and fall into the doorway, finally escaping the press of the crowd.

I hadn't thought about that part of that night for years, but all the pain and sounds came back while hearing the story of those poor Liverpool fans rushing forward.